4 Weeks

So, it's been almost four weeks (exactly 4 weeks tomorrow) since I arrived in Barcelona. And I still love it. I'm still getting used to a lot of things. Siesta. No, it's not a rumor, things really do close between 2 and 4. Or 3 and 5. Lots of things. And that's just when I'm ready to go out and do some shopping! Late late dinner. Again, not a rumor. Last night I was making some dinner and it was a little late (for me, apparently) around 8.30 or 9 and I asked my flatmate and her friend if they wanted anything to eat and Marc said, it's a little early for dinner, don't you think? Ummm, no. Not really. Actually, it's late. But maybe it's just me. Manana manana. Another friend was also looking for teaching work. And everywhere he went they said we'll probably have something for you, we'll definitely have something for you, but we can't let you know until next week. So, of course, he found other work. And then he got a series of increasingly frantic phone calls from schools that needed a teacher to start the following Monday. You snooze you lose. But there's a lot I don't have to get used to. The weather. The charm of the buildings. The food. The wine (I keep buying 2 euro wine and it's quite good. Some bottles don't even have proper labels.). That's all for now.