Gràcies a una carambola que passa pel bloc de la Flaneuse he trobat un post d’en Yago als fòrums de Bookcrossing que és per pixar-s’hi: Sabes que eres de Barcelona cuando….

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You think a 1.5 million people city is big.

You consider yourself cosmopolitan and multi-lingual because you can speak Spanish and Catalan.

You think Madrid sucks if you have never been there, and say “there are nice people there too” if you have.

You have never been to the Sagrada Familia or the Park Güell but love Central Park.

You consider eye contact an act of overt aggression.

You and your family spend the whole Sunday morning to check the latest urban development in the city like it were the improvement of your own backyard.

You waste €100+ to spend the day in Andorra in order to buy cheese and cigarettes with a 10% off.

You’re suspicious of strangers who are actually nice to you. Oh, wait. You actually don’t speak to strangers at all.

You go to the cinema on a Sunday afternoon because there’s nothing else to do.

You pay €6 without blinking for a beer that cost the bar 30 cents.

You actually take fashion seriously.

You never call in on anyone’s without phoning first.

You consider the waiter not spitting on your face good service.

You tip 5 cents for a coffee and 1 euro for a meal.

You have been waiting more than 45 minutes for a cab at 3am before walking home.

You’re not surprised if a cashier gets mad at you because you paid for something that cost €15.25 with a €20 bill and didn’t hand the 25 cents.

You think the harbor is Southward when it’s actually Eastward, and you take East for West all the time.

You have never been to an art gallery but love to say that Barcelona is the trendiest city in Europe.

You think that if you go to a bar on your own at night, people will think you have no friends and will avoid you.

You avoid people who go to a bar alone at night.

You ride your scooter along the bus lane and get shocked when you’re fined for it.

You only go out on weeknights if you’re expecting to know tourists.

You think it’s perfectly normal that two of the eight beaches of the city are nudist.

You’ve seen most of Woody Allen’s films.

You and only you know how to spread a tomato on a slice of bread “correctly”.

You tell your guests they don’t have to bring anything to your dinner party, but get secretly irritated if they actually don’t.

Your parents live at less than a 15 minute walking distance.

You put your clean pots in the oven for storage.

Your mother keeps a can full of recycled cooking oil on or near the stove.

You think 10 degrees Celsius is cold.

You think every other place is better when you’re here and miss it terribly when you’re out.

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