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Some people can’t understand certain aspects of me. Which is fine, I don’t have a problem with that, because if everybody was the same and thought the same, the world would be a very boring place. And everybody is entitled to their own opinion at the end of the day..
The thing is that I’ve found myself somehow involved in a private conversation among some German Spaniards (that’s Spanish people living in Germany) where they are talking about buying a property (opposed to keep renting).
So far so good (I can’t talk here, I’m on my second owned house now, like a good “British” person 
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The problem lies when everybody in this conversation agree with the principle that living in the city is a hundred times better than living in the countryside. Living in the countryside, apparently, is suicide. One of this German Spaniards has even come up with the term “mierdapueblo“, which in English means something like “shittyvillage” to refer to the place she lives in.
Now, I do understand that living in a city can give you more in some aspects, like choices of entertainment, better shops with better offers, everything seems to be “closer”, etc. However, understanding this does not make me want to have it for myself.
Hence my original question: I am not weird for preferring the country to the city, am I?
There are still people out there who go to live to the country out of personal choice, right?
Because the first thing I want to do when I win the lottery (it will happen one day, I’m sure) is to buy a house in the country, have land and hire a farmer who will work that land, have animals and look after them and breathe the gorgeous fresh air every morning.
Oh yes, that sounds like a plan.
One day…
My idea of heaven
I was feeling a bit curious the other day about what kind of people visit my blog and where from. I know the usual suspects (Ed, Elena, Mortii, etc) but sometimes some other people appear out of the nowhere and I wonder how they ended up here.
So I got Jon to go into the back end of the blog (something called Helm, or something like that) and get to all this info that has been hidden from me.
Well, apparently, during the month of August, my website managed to get a few more than one hundred thousand hits. What – the – fuck ? How? Who are these people and why do they read my blog?
I find it amusing, to tell you the truth, because I never try to start controversy or any deep intelligent conversations with my entries. Mostly they are simple thoughts about my daily life and routine (and the odd funny story too), a way of collecting memories and thoughts (so I can read them again in a few years time and feel embarrassed about myself, in the same way that happened with my myspace blog). When I started writing I never expected anyone to read. I almost never publicise the blog (ok, I’ve put it in a couple of websites, but that’s about it). So it is really a mystery how this people come across this website.
Through “helm” I could find out which ones were the most popular Google searches that lead people to my website. The main one was something like “Tiffany BNTM voice”, which is quite funny, because I wrote about it in one of my recent posts about Britain’s next top model, that Ed made me feel so embarrassed about 
Well, the truth is that that Tiffany girl has the most horrible voice I’ve ever heard and it’s really funny…
Another very popular post was the one about the brunette beauties… Which makes me realise that most of the people who visit my blog are people who just happened to have a “very lucky” google search…
And about the countries, no surprises there, really. Jon was a bit surprised that I didn’t have more hits from Spain, but I believe the answer lies in the fact that I don’t write in Spanish…
