Today I walked over to the area at Las Ramblas where the van attack occurred about a month ago. I was about to write that looking at it today, there's really no way you would know anything happened there. But on reflection that seems kind of obvious - of course you wouldn't know. That's the nature of these things.
My sentence for today is "That shelf above the outlet holds my chalk and the models of my pets." You think I can't say that? Try me.
I met with one of Kia's friends from college who's here teaching English and she told me an encouraging story. She is working at a school that teaches English to kids, so she's surrounded by Spanish-born career English teachers. During a break, she had a conversation with some other Americans doing what she's doing, and when it was over, one of the teachers came over and said "You were all talking so fast. I have no idea what you were saying." Not that I enjoy the failures of others, it just shows that we're all in the same boat. Why the dog? No reason, I just like dogs.
On a generally more positive topic, Barcelona is starting to get ready for the Merce, the annual blowout celebration that I attended by accident last year and on purpose this year. Stages are going up, dangerous fire parades are being planned, and musicians from Iceland are pouring in. Additional reports to come . . .
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