Switzerland on the Pyrenees

There was a "Spanish Switzerland". Somehow this country was close to the Pyrenees. I had left everything and I had settled down here, at least for now.
We left the cinema, it was a double session and we had to pick up another corridor to get to see the second movie. We went into the toilet, chatting. The girl who accompanied me was blond and young. I was surprised to see that we entered the same toilet, there was no separate places. The feeling was as when you go with a mate, that each one go to one side and keep on talking with your partner while you're pissing. In the meantime, boys and girls didn't stop entering, they went about their business and nobody bothered anybody.
We went down and asked for the hall to take us to the next film. The clerk seemed to feel a little uncomfortable aswering us, apparently the situation wasn't very clear: they were making improvements ... was not easy ... We were suggested for a road and we did so. We dove into a kind of subway tunnel under construction, where we were dodging the many obstacles, steel beams across the middle, lots of welding sparks ... we decided to quickly get out of this site, and at the end of this tunnel that made us so unconfortable, we ended into a snowy mountain landscape in which we were more relaxed.
My partner was blonde, not particularly elegant, it was neither pretty nor ugly. She was my girlfriend, she didn't ask me for any in particular, I didn't ask for anything especial either. It was a perfect balance. His face told me "don't be afraid, Everything is gonna be allright" the way is usual on developed countries.
In this "Spain Switzerlanded" Spanish and English was spoken, it was not especially cold, and things seemed to be as they should be: easy, without violence, coercion, bad vibes ... everything was transparent and intelligent.