"Ella no come...."

34 weeks, 2 days
Barcelona Day 8
 
Translation of "ella no come"....she doesn't eat.  It's how I'm talked about at every meal time. And for the record, como....I do eat. Mucho!

Anyway, food is important here and if you don't eat a mountain at every meal time, then it's considered to be a waste of a sitting. Mountains are for climbing, not eating, but I'll do my best.

Newsflash...no longer homeless!

At least our major problem of being homeless has been resolved. We have keys to a gorgeous apartment right by the beach and about a 40 minute train ride from the centre of Barcelona. It wasn't our original plan. We were planning to be city dwellers for our time here, but plans never seem to quite work out. We've traded the convenience of being in the city for a much bigger flat, a sea view, a local community, and a 30 second hop to the beach.  I just hope people will still come ad see us :-).

Impromptu purchase...

What with no longer being homeless I decided I could at least go and look at pushchairs.  We knew what we wanted and were told by the helpful ladies in El Corte Ingles that the order time is two months.  Two months??!  So we made our way home on the train with the shop display model (yellow)
and another item ticked off the list.  It's been an expensive week.

English lessons

Living in a small town rather than a big city means that we may just have found ourselves in demand to teach the local children English.  Three years into his English lessons, and ten year old Marc is still on numbers 1-20.  I think we can do better than that.  Apparently word is spreading and we may just find ourselves in business without really trying.