There is a disastrous mix of english, french and spanish coming out of my mouth. I am, as someone said at one point, a linguistic disaster.
This would be fine if I spoke all three, but unfortunately I've achieved critical mastery of only english and french. And the language happens to be spanish (and catalan, but I'm sticking with one language per month) here in Barcelona. Despite my host family's encouragement, I've only got four hours of official schooling under my belt (as of this morning) and it shows.
My host family is wooooonderful. Things started off with a bit of a bang (or a crash...). You may have heard/seen all the stories about the cruise boat that sunk off the coast of Italy. My host parents were on it. LUCKILY they are okay (sans baggage though) and have some pretty crazy stories to tell. I'm glad they made it out okay, because they are delightful.
Today I went to school, BSed my way through a spanish placement exam, tried desperately to stay awake for class and then walked home... for an hour. This was the non-lost route, which featured a stop for dried mango and chocolate. One of my best lessons so far in traveling is to treat yourself nicely every few months. Like buying not-even-junk-food on a rainy-ish day in a city where both natal tongues are unintelligible save for a few choice words.
Thrills. The adventures continue, and I go sleep. BuenAs noches.
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