And the small struggle to be an actually responsible twenty-something
For a brief but wonderful while, Emma and Querube came back to Barcelona. Life fitted right back to its usual ways - with coffee and cake and stories of the last few months, accompanied by wandering around the city and discovering nooks and corners that we'd never visited. This time, though, we were joined in Cosmo by the most fluffy, playful, adorable little puppy - a welcome addition to the last weekend together :)
I'd been meaning to go to a Holi celebration for years now. It's the Hindu festival of colours, celebrating the beginning of spring, where people dance, laugh, have fun and, most recognisably, throw coloured powder at each other. As luck would have it, there's a big celebration in Barcelona every year. We donned our white t-shirts and prepared to get messy.
Normally, we spend Easter with family - eating, drinking, going to church, eating some more... The last two years have been somewhat different. Last year, I spent Easter with friends in Uruguay, relaxing on a gorgeous farm in a little town called Mercedes, and being bitten to death by mosquitoes. This year, what with my host family not being religious, Easter was a very low key affair that really was nothing more than a lazy weekend - and it was fabulous.
On Monday, the weather cleared up nicely. Still a little cloudy, but the sun was so desperately trying to break through that we got a few rays here and there. I was working during the day (I live for the lunchtime school runs) but we managed to get together for one last dinner before the Doks headed home.
After Saturday spent eating, drinking, and wandering around... we did the exact same thing on Sunday. The lovely part about having seen all the major sights already was that we could wander wherever, with no time pressures, no rush to see anything specific... Just spending time together and talking about anything and everything.
This post is photo heavy!
Well, this weekend was super happy and super sad at the same time. I spent a great weekend with all the girls - drinking, dancing, gossiping and brunching - to celebrate Emma's last weekend in Barcelona. She's moved back to Wisconsin (cheese state, can I get a what what!) to go to college and see her family and generally get her shit together after Barcelona Baby-adulthood, and we're really, really going to miss her.
The sheep is Pam. Named after the fabulous Pam Poovey. Bear claw rawr-rawr!
There's nothing better than a relaxing weekend spent gossiping with friends. Except for a relaxing three-day-weekend spent gossiping with friends. I never really know when Spanish fiesta days pop up, so it's always a lovely surprise when I get an extra day off for no real reason except for the fact that some saint somewhere did something somewhat notable at some point in the past. M'agrada molt*.
The postlady waddled up to my door yesterday with an extra bag attached to her little trolley. Inside, two big parcels - just for me! That's dedication, and I told her so in my weird mix of Spanish and Catalan (Spanalan?) - she briefly laughed and went on her way, while I closed the door as nonchalantly as I could, before sprinting upstairs to rip open the packaging.
