Day 26 - Company's Coming

After more than three weeks, I decided to wash my jeans and t-shirts, which can only mean one thing. And that one thing is that Martha, who will be the only person physically close enough to me to appreciate that I washed my clothes, was about to arrive.

And arrive she did, along with my cousin Hillary. Staying together in my tiny apartment for two nights allowed us to learn things about each other that we never would have otherwise known, and then Hillary moved on to a hotel in the neighborhood per our pre-arranged plan.

Helena is a good friend here in Barcelona. We meet frequently online and whenever I come here we get together. Last night Helena’s mother invited Martha and me to come to her apartment for a homemade Catalan dinner. Martha’s languages (in order of competence) are English, and some French and Spanish. Helena’s mother has Catalan, Spanish and a little French but no English. Helena is Catalan, Spanish and English but no French, and I am English and Spanish only. As hard as that is to follow is exactly how hard our dinner conversation was to follow. But I’m pretty sure we all had a great time.

Then today Martha made me go to a museum for the second time in a week, which is a record for me. But this museum was full of modern art and I quite enjoyed it. When you go to an art museum and most of the people there are having discussions about whether the things in the building are actually art (like this couch made of dead Snoopies), you are in my kind of museum.

In the meantime, I continue to really enjoy my classes. I’ve worked so hard to get chummy with the students and now that I am, it’s going to be a little tough to leave. I’ve told them all that I’m leaving at the end of April, but since these are beginning Spanish classes and I told them in Spanish, I’m not sure what they think my plans are. I’m not even quite half done and Martha is already making plans for me to come back next year.