168 hours

A week passed. A whole week. There's a saying: Time filies when you're having fun... Am I having fun? Mostly. The majority (and a segnificat part) of the time I am.
I was greeted here with open arms, happiness and eagerness. Even though my friends forgot that I was landing last Friday and once I was out of immegration and customs and I expected to meet them, they were no where to be found. A quick call fixed the problem. They were on their way home from work debating when I'm landing and who is going to pick me up. I beat them and arrived earlier then they expected and they both ended picking me up.
It was a smart move to land on a Friday. Though I didn't suffer from jetlag it did give me the time I needed to relax and enjoy some mellowness before being thrown into the midst of work and it associated pressures. For some reason I expected the people in the office to be older, more mallow and mature. I was pleasently surprised to discover that I'm one of th elders (age wise) in the company. I'm starting to think that there is a generation gap between and it manifistates itself in the fact that the majority of people working in software companies are in th 20 and 30.
It's only been a week since I landed so I'm still not making long term plans and I try not to even think about it. Even though 1 matter has already popped up and I will need to deal with it sooner than expected.
Even though this is not spain....
Hasta manana (don't have an accented keyboard...)

PS - If you think this post is vague, you're not alone. I feel it too ;-)