When I was flying to Barcelona this year I had two goals – eating well and avoiding winter. The first month over here was fabulous, with temperature not dropping under 23 Celsius degrees. I even had to use my air conditioning once or twice. And then one rainy morning came. Rain was soon gone, but temperature dropped by 10 degrees. To all of you living in countries with a real winter it sounds like a joke, but I am living in an apartment with no heating and humidity in this city is not the lowest. In conclusion walking in the morning to the bathroom is a painful experience, even in my super warm socks.
I am cold, so cold that I run more often just to feel hot and sweaty after 10 minutes. I am also seriously considering going back on Bikram yoga, even though I felt like I was dying each time I’ve been doing it. Who would think that I’ll experience the coldest winter in my apartment in Barcelona. It is so much nicer outside on the sun…
