The German Neighbor
Before I moved to the place I’m currently living I looked an apartment right on the building of the picture, it was rather nice, well illuminated and with good ventilation. However, the owner was a little crazy, he was asking for a bazillion euros and also wanted the tenant to pay for property taxes and condo fees. Well, the apartment is located in a really nice area, but the German Shepherd on the balcony would back non-stop. Back then didn’t I didn’t even dream of having a dog but I knew I would be annoyed to have a dog barking all day long right next to me. I ended up moving just up the street to where the German Shepherd lives and up to this day keeps barking, which is normal, he is confined to a little balcony all day long and also at night, he doesn’t sleep there but I’ve never seen him walking around, no wonder he’s like that, if he were a human he would be at a psychiatric hospital. Then I found out that the dog is owned by a senior couple who are clearly unable to walk the dog and like it or not that a constant in here. There’s also a Pitbull next door, an old dog, really long nails, so long that they are curved up. Sometimes you feel like knocking at the door and asking if you could walk the dog, but that can backfire to you, people that age are extremely wary of young people and if they notice an accent forget it, they think you wanna kill them and also you never know if the dog is going to be aggressive and foremost if you gonna be able to control it. So what is left for you to do?
Saint James Way it’s on its way, accommodation won’t be a big problem, have yet to figure out how to go there and come back.
This is the route we hope to take: Sarria-Portomarin