Across the road from the company apartments (literally across the road) is the Museo de Belas Artes de Coruña and after I walked passed it almost every other day I finally made it inside! It only took Kaska 5 minutes to walk from her apartment which means I'll only be 5 minutes away when I finally move to mine which is important because this is my new necessity. It was pretty big for an art museum in such a small town and there were 8 rooms full of work from the 16th century to the 20th for the permanent collection. Everything ranging from Renaissance-style to royal portraits to contemporary sculpture to the etchings of Goya (which I remember seeing in the Musée d'Orsay last year with Mumma) and 19th century ceramics. There might have only been 10 people (including us) in the entire museum - it was perfect. The temporary exhibition room was closed off but there was a big Picasso exhibit here that ended in May this year which makes me really want to see the House of Picasso Museum that's somewhere around here because holy moly did you know (because I only discovered yesterday) that Picasso began his artistic studies A Coruña?!! Of all the places in Spain and he spent his most formative, adolescent years RIGHT HERE and is it shameful that I suddenly feel super cultured living here right now?!!
There is a cafe on the corner, right next to the museum, that I pass by every time I buy groceries and that always makes me suddenly (more) hungry. I'll spend extra long in the supermarket deciding whether or not I should buy cake (which I somehow always decide against) and then I'll walk home and pass the cafe again and curse the fact that I didn't just go in and have my cake and eat it already. But this time I was with Kaska and we were so hungry despite the early time and so we settled ourselves inside and ordered ourselves fresh orange juice and serrano ham and cheese on toast. And then some salmon and cream cheese on toast. And then a carrot cake and coffee. And we stayed there for a while taking photos (of the food) and eating and talking about Kaska's boyfriend and eating and exclaiming how great the food was and talking about the fact that there was and the current bane of our lives that is the language barrier. And when we left I realised that it was one of the best Sunday mornings I've had in so so long.
We walked along the harbour side with Harley and Gosia and Gosia's friend Polina all the way around to the outskirts of the Old Town. It was so sunny and warm and pretty and I'm running out of words to describe the same perfect scenes. We got ice cream from the shop we once passed in the early days with the longest queue and we took a group photo with Harley's ice cream print shirt on. I left a little early because I went to meet Paco to finally SIGN MY APARTMENT CONTRACT!! Ohmygod you guys!!! I'm moving this week at last! I mean, living in the company apartment isn't so bad. I'll miss the free rent and the free internet and the free toilet paper and the cleaner (!!) and coming home everyday to the most perfectly made bed and all my clothes and shit all neatly folded to one side. Which, by the way, never used to happen at the beginning but I think we got a different cleaner and she even does the dishes (puts everything in the dishwasher) and washes our towels. She is basically our queen. I'm almost sad that I'm never going to get to meet her (is it weird that I want to meet her?) but the first time she made my bed and cleaned my room I left her a Google-translated note the next day telling her how sorry I was for the mess but how super grateful I was for her existence.