Worked all day, went to Spanish class at 1600, went home and worked some more. Had been told that maybe, just maybe, the shipment with my belongings from Denmark would arrive at the beach house in the evening but still I had not heard anything.

So at 2130 I went to help Rasmus to move to a new apartment and right after that I went to Miguel in Sabadell to borrow a small cart I needed to unload my things when the transport arrived. I got to Sabadell at 0030 and got the cart and we spent a couple of hours trying to reconfigure Raquel's dysfunctional ADSL-router.

Got back to Barcelona around 0400 and the router did not work, so I packed my things and drove to the beach house. Arrived at the beach house around 0500 and passed out.

Woke up by the sweet sound of my mobile phone ringing madly around 9. Set up a meeting I had requested for Tuesday, great. Back to sleep. An hour later the phone rings again. It is the transport company and they tell me that the truck is having problems ... it has to go to the mechanic. So I am not getting my things today anyway! They are going to send it to a redistribution center after the repairs and I will not need the cart I went to Sabadell to get anyway. A lot of time wasted.

By the way, Monday is a holiday and thus I will not get the shipment until Tuesday. I went back to Barcelona and DHL had tried to deliver a package I needed two days ago. FUCK! I fall a sleep on the couch and wake up at 1550 ... have Spanish class at 1600.

And now I am thinking ... what happened? Is somebody trying to tell me something?

Well ... stay tuned for the next exciting episode on Tuesday when I have a meeting at 0930 with an accountant, a package from DHL is coming between 1000 and 1400 in Barcelona, Spanish class from 1600 to 1800 and a shipment of 21 boxes weighing about 800 kilos arrives in Castelldefels at a yet unspecified time.

Lucky me ...