I realised the other day that I never mentioned on here about a girl who I met a few weeks ago who somehow turns out to be my literal twin. I blubbed about it on Facebook* in all the excitement a while back and yesterday we finally hung out together in the most Asian way possible : we made our first trip to the Asian supermarket together.
* Something along the lines of : "This week I met a girl who just moved into my old room in the company apartments and her name is Amanda and she is Asian and ohmygod we have the very same tattoo!! Holy moly UNIVERSE, WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?"
It's a 30 minute walk from my apartment to hers because she's living a little further downtown and then another 15 minutes to Amigo, the Asian supermarket. For some reason Google Maps led us on a 30 minute adventure walk up two unnecessary hills before we could even locate the damn place but oh lordie is it a saviour to this tiny Spanish town! There are foods from China and Japan and Korea and more from Thailand and South America and Africa. This store was like walking into all of our Asian food dreams and it smelt like home. We made our way through each aisle completely overwhelmed at everything we could buy and then picked up a basket to fill. We might have walked around the store no less than 8 times.
If I even had any time to cook I might have bought at least half of the entirety of the store but in the end I put a lot more stuff back on the shelf from my initial basket raid. It made me want to cook a whole lot more but when our lunch at work costs the same price as a single-portion sachet of soy sauce for a 3-course meal, some things just don't seem so worth it, you know? And coming home so late everyday only makes me want to eat ice cream and sleep. There's not been so much proper cooking lately other than eggs or simple veggies. I think food is a lot easier here in Coruña - it's a whole lot cheaper here anyway for sure.
Still, I bought a huge hunk of ginger, at least, because no home is complete without ginger duh. In the initial distress of not being able to find any in the local supermarkets in town, I kept asking around where I could get it from and it turned out that there were only a few random stores that even stocked it. And so when Amanda suddenly found it in one close to her apartment, I received a little present at work of a fresh ginger stem because we Asians look out for one another like that.
It's so funny to have met such an almost-identical person here, it's almost too much of a coincidence. Of all places, in the middle of nowhere, I've found my twin from another life. We spent the rest of the afternoon bonding over our Asian heritages (her parents are originally from Indonesia but she grew up in California) and Harry Potter, on learning Spanish and cooking, on work life and the company people. Amanda was living in Madrid for four years before moving here to work as a stylist for ZARA so she's completely fluent in Spanish already and aware of the Spanish ways and the things to look out for and pay attention to. I loaded off some of the doubts that I'd been having lately about some things here and it's so comforting to know that there's always people who have been in the same situation before. We laughed at everything we had in common and I talked to her like she was the older sister I never had.
And I guess it's kind of true, you guys, I have a sister here now!