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.
