Bloody Ireland...

It is impossible to hate and love a country like Ireland. First of all because the weather is always the same. Secondly because it is impossible to meet people who is not foreign. Sometimes I wonder if the irish people is gone somewhere or they are hiden of the newcomers.

Anyway, positive speaking I prefer to speak about something I like of irish people (unless I don't have irish friends I can see it in all english teachers I have had until now) wich is the sense of humour.
They just prefer not to speak seriously, not always, and other thing it is that they doesn't get nervous if they have to wait for some minutes. This is something I love of Ireland. Feeling that I have enough time to think about where to go and what to do.

This is something I don't have in my own country. Actually this days I'm getting use to be without being in a hurry. Because before, in Madrid, i was always running everywhere without having nothing special to do. Just running away of my own worries, making a lot of noise for feeling that I'm all right.
Now I've realised that there's something crazy in the fact of doing always something instead getting relaxed and doing nothing. That is something I'm starting to enjoy. Not producing new ideas, new sentences, and learning to listen instead shooting always a quick answer to somebody I never listened.

Although I miss Spain, I feel that this is a good place to think and learn to listen.