Melbourne

Melbourne feels so confident and civilised. I reckon that I'll find that feeling of confidence almost everywhere in this country; confidence on a society that works and an economic that doesn't seem to have many limits -as the country itself feels too. Confidence and pride.
I spent my days in Melbourne between the city centre and Prahran (pronounced almost like "pram"), But for a morning I took the tram to St. Kilda, to see the beach.
The best of the centre are the laneways, very lively smaller streets full of cafes (coffee in Melbourne is that good), restaurants and any kind of shops. They give you an intimate feeling amongst the tall, new, grand office buildings of the CBD (central business district). I did most of the sightseeing guidebooks recommend: my favourite was the Australian collection at the National Gallery of Victoria, specially the aboriginal art display.
Prahran feels like Palermo Viejo/Soho/Hollywood in Buenos Aires.
On top of that, I got that feeling of vastness and space most Europeans feel when leaving our small, peninsular continent. I was expecting it, as well as how evident it is today this was the last space Europeans colonised: it does feel new and still a frontier.
However, the very best of my stay in Melbourne was to see and catch up with the friends I have there -spending time with them with the excuse of some sightseeing, a coffee, eating, drinking.
Saturday evening, while resting in my room, I realised I was little more than 2 weeks into my trip and I still have about 13 weeks in front of me. It felt exciting and somewhat daunting, I have to confess. I hadn't truly appreciated the fact until then.
I sort of forgot to talk about my experience with immigration as I arrived to the country last Wednesday. I was questioned twice. I guess there is now some risk in allowing Spaniards to enter the country as tourists: we might overstayed.