Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Perhaps the photo is not the best, but there is a big i in the centre of the Barcelona airport, terminal 2. As you walk towards it, there is a huge sign saying 'this is NOT an information desk'. Oh. The information desk is a black dot on yellow situated with the airline desks. And while I'm complaining I'd like to point out that it's almost impossible to find a clock here!
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
This is the first time I've been in this new bakery. It opened just a few weeks ago and fits right in. The decor is both elegant and cosy and it's a lovely addition to this busy side street. Unfortunately I'm on my coffee and pastry restriction so I can't say how good the coffee is yet. It's busy today.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Today we participated in the Vampire Diaries Convention in Barcelona. In the distance of this photo you can see Ian and Paul. It was truly a long day.
If you're looking for somewhere close to the Barcelona convention centre, you can try this nice apartment from Pierre et Vacances Barcelona Up to five people can stay there, and it has it's own kitchen, so you cut down on expenses! Take a look at some of the photos below.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Today Jett and I tried a new restaurant around the corner from our apartment. New for us, that is. I slurped zuchini soup and Jett had a huge plate of child friendly pasta. What we had was delicious. They gave us bread and Jett had a drink. All for 10€. It's down Josep Umbert, number 42. Down the other corner of our block half way down the street.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
What a day! After a quick shower it cleared up and its gorgeous! The beach is almost empty. We're very lucky today. And the above picture shows my favourite spot on the whole beach. There are no rocks in the water beside the ones you can see. On the left of the beach is where most of the day trippers and foreigners plonk them selves down. The locals tend to walk further down the beach in front of the xiringuito and further down. They've painted the old boat house bright white. Looks great. I've always dreamed of it being my yoga studio. Jett's building a fort. He protects it from the invading forces of the waves.
Forgive my childish humour. This company has a factory nearby, and is famous here for the white processed bread so popular when I was growing up. I bought this loaf of crustless white bread as a holiday treat for Jett. He's spreading chocolate all over it and happily devouring toxins and sugar with little idea of the physiological consequences. It's nice to play ignorance sometimes to win a child's affections. By the way, for my local readers, Bimbo is a name usually associated with an attractive but empty headed girl.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Jett swears sometimes, and as punishment, he has to do 5 push-ups. Yesterday his thin bird leg arms gave way after the first push towards the up state, and he fell and hit his chin. Today, he grabbed a pillow for his five and spent 3 minutes laughing with his head on the pillow. How many push ups did he actually do? Ah, there's another story in that.
Jett and I packed our beach bag and just as I was grabbing the keys, he said Mum, it's raining. And for the last hour it's been constantly spitting. It's lovely to be here, it's true. But remember that mountain beside us, owned by the brother of a President from somewhere? Well, they are still doing works. They started the trucks at 7.30. That's ok. I'm not a yoga practitioner for nothing. Though if Jett walks around in bare feet again on these tiles, I will certainly lose it with him.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
This morning I woke up ten minutes late. I noticed that I couldn't hear any noises. Jett should be getting up. He has slept in a handful of times, it can happen. I called him. No answer. Again. Nothing. I get up quicker than I'd like and look for him in bed. He's not there. I go to the bathroom, the kitchen. It occurs to me he's sleptwalked. He's prone to it occasionally. I check the whole apartment. I start looking at the front door. I'm still convinced that he's slept walked. But to the point of going outside? I wake Albert. Albert and I start re-searching the apartment. Under beds, the bath, in closets. Then suddenly Albert remembers, 'He was going to the bakery for fresh bread.' In the next moment we heard keys in the door. It was a strange moment. Suspended. Albert and I laughed with relief and held each other quietly for an extended moment. There was nothing more precious, in the next moment, than Jett's white little face and his high voice.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
After a serious debate with my partner, it's been decided to move my 30 day challenge to the Patheya blogspot. He even fixed my phone so my email works! Then I can post from my phone via email. This post is sent via mms and is hooked up to the Catalonia Blogspot.