As the name of my blog would suggest, I am a boy and I am in Spain. Neither of these facts is overly interesting, but it’s my life, and I like it. There are however some teasers (the boy bit is obviously troublesome, but that’d take more than a guest blog post or two to fix so…), the second teaser comes from being in Spain.

An old boss of mine once claimed I was fluent in two languages, English and Bullshit and that my bullshit was better than my English (I used to work as a consultant in IT). Sadly, neither language is much help over here, and so I found myself with “Communication Problems”. That was until… THE STAFF PARTY.

It didn’t occur to me until the next morning, whilst hiding under a duvet on my sofa, slowly easing myself back into reality with the lion king on mute and a mug of tea in my paws, quite why the party had gone so well. All the usual suspect were present and accountable, a free bar, free food, lots of Champaign, a great live band and a cool disco until dawn. Standard stuff, except, no communication problems.

Then I realised, in the land of the loud thumping music; the smiling, laughing, dancing guy is king. For the first time in the eight months I’ve been out here, I felt like I could communicate on an even playing field. Suddenly just grinning like a drunken buffoon was enough to get by (it never seemed to cut it in design meetings), and randomly cheering led to people joining in, rather than just staring.

But for now, it’s back into the weekly Spanish lessons and mumbled apologies for my broken spanglish. Maybe I should stick to bullshit? Anyone here speak anything cool?

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