The one where we get scouted for Hollister

So I've found out that a lot more happens out here in Zaragoza than Paris and I'll have to write a lot more frequently to keep up with all the loco-ness. It's probably mainly because I'm not spending 90% of my life stuck behind a desk being scolded by middle-aged French women.

Our first walk around

My first weekend since flying out (well, second since I went back to Paris for the first one - shhh), I rendezvoused up with the other two lads from Nottingham and we set off on a little tour of our new ciudad. Gazing longingly at each tram that sped by (not knowing how they worked yet), we walked all the way into town in the blazing sunshine. Our first stop was the Plaza del Pilar, apparently the second biggest square in Europe, after the Red Square in Moscow.

This is what followed "Do something funny"

The fiestaaas

Being a student on your year abroad is a lot better for the social side of things than working (en mi opinión anyway). Maybe not so great for your liver though... You get to meet a lot of people from all sorts of exotic places. I mean I've met people from Newcastle, Derby, London. It's crazy really.

The Erasmus network - your key into a world of new people

Anyway at one of these parties, about 10 seconds after walking in we were approached by a moderately attractive young lady who pulled us to one side and revealed that she worked for Hollister and they were looking for handsome, smart young gentlemen to work in a branch at the local shopping mall. (OK maybe she didn't put it exactly like that but I like to think she did). 

I have to be realistic though, it was probably only because I was with two tall white guys. I mean if their target audience is slightly-above-average height brown people, I'm in! But something about all their models tells me it isn't.

Proof - with stylish white sunglasses in the background for effect

The following week we went to the local shopping mall and paid a visit to the Hollister shop in question. As soon as I walked through the door into the dark, dimly lit cave they call a shop, my suspicions were confirmed - not a person of my particular persuasion. 

Oh well my modelling career isn't over, is it boys?

Well that's what's been happening recently (with quite a lot omitted). Until the next time,

Vamanos!