Menorcastle

When I arrived last year I thought my brand new degrees were going to help me a lot to find a job and they did. My first job here was as a waiter. Sorry, I mean as "The Spanish Waiter".

When I first arrived, I thought as well my english was quite good (poor me, just because I could understand the american series Friends in original version) but reality just punched me on the face when I learned the first concept: "Geordie language". I read last Thursday on Chronicle that a study has found "Geordie phrases and sayings are like a foreign language to the majority of Britons".

To be fair (no offence!), for me Geordie is a beautiful composition of incomprehensible guttural sounds mixed with some groans. I asume as a challenge to understand that mysterious and difficult language!!

When people here ask me where I am from and I say Menorca there are two possible answers: 1- Oh, Mallorca, I love it! I was in Magaluf three years ago! (don't worry, it's probably about my pronunciation, I use to have the same answer when I was living in Barcelona).

Second usual answer is: From Menorca! And what the hell are you doing here???I wish to be there now!!

Well probably is about flying away, probably is about discovering new places. Anyway, it's a good question and I'll try to answer it explaining my experiences in Newcastle on that piece of virtual paper that The Journal very kindly (and a bit unconsciously) has borrowed to me.

I apologise in advance about grammar or spelling mistakes, I promise I'll try to do my best to write a "canny blog".

I like Newcastle, I love British culture; Arts, humor, food (no kidding), weather (seriously)... But we will have time to talk about that, I just want to let you know that probably I don't wear the label "made in spain" in love of paella, fiesta, sevillanas and siesta (ok, I do love siesta) probably because I'm just another islander far from home eager to watch, hear, learn and explain it from another point of view.