Time for a heart to heart

So tonight I write to tell of a whirlwind of a week. Brianne and I are tired and taking advantage of the lack of early rising tomorrow will require. Some may say a Friday night spent sleeping in a city full of life is boring, most of the time I'd agree, but for now, it's necessary. We're doing Parc Guell tomorrow. As for this week. We began with a trip to the beach. For those of you who read my last post, that's pronounced *B-EEEEEE-CH* It was here where we discovered that every shopping mall in Barcelona is exactly the same. Now I mean exactly. Right down to the same 15 stores. In case you missed it, there's a mall on the BEEEEEECH. Just a  tip. If you're looking for interesting clothing and artisans shops, stick to the winding side streets in Gracia, Born, and around La Rambla. You'll get your fix. Port Vell houses hundreds of sailing ships. It's a nice walk if you're a "long walks on the beach" kind of gal. And at low season, you won't be scrambling to avoid strangers in your photos.

Brianne and I did a lot of wondering this week. This wandering began with no real intentions, but lead us to some wonderful places. For example the Arc de Triamf.

While this was on the list to see, as it is pretty darn cool, our finding it when we did was entirely unintentional. As it was the day before valentines day, we were on the hunt for something clearly farmore important then hundred year achitecture. The Xocolat Museum. Yeah that's right. It's a museum. of Chocolate. Full of wonderful chocolate art work surrounded by the history of chocolate in Europe and in particular, Spain.

Yeah, that's a chocolate Tin Tin, a scene from the Pixar movie UP, and of course, our tickets were chocolate. DUH. It was Legen.... wait for it.... Dary.

As for the rest of our week, we had a few low key days working on our school work. Yes I still have to do homework while I'm here. It's pretty incredible here, but you weren't thinking they weren't going to make me work a little? We also were met with the interesting situation that was teaching a grade 12 English class that we had not met yet, my ourselves as our associate teacher was ill. While this was not a situation one would normally have found themselves in a school back home. It ended up being one of those moments where you have to make hard fast decisions. We chose to go for it, partially because we didn't know what the alternative was, the principal of the school doesn't speak a word of English, and while my Spanish is getting us by, it's really not that awesome, and secondly because we came prepared with a presentation, and figured, When in Rome...

All the students we've worked with this week have been overly excited to have us in their classrooms. Although some of their questions have been rather funny:

Do you love Justin Beiber?... NO

Do you lock your doors in Canada:... Yes

Do you leave the house when it snows?... Yes always.

(to this they were shocked as they don't go to school when it rains, let alone snows.)

We also had the pleasure of meeting the music teacher finally. Turns out the school has a 40 memeber boys choir. I can't put my intense enthusiasm into words. I'm pumped.

Brianne and I have booked our trip to Paris for next week, as the travel lords have proven to be on our sides. Next week has multiple holidays off from school. Paris here we come. I'm looking forward to spending countless hours at the Louvre, walking back through time.

We've made friends with the Donair shop owner across the street from the school. He speaks a little English, but more importantly, makes a mean donair, for pretty much pennies. Maybe when we get back from Paris I'll take a photo... "Canadian girls eat mean Donairs!" I can see the facebook post now.

Brianne and I were blessed with the delivery of actually warm weather the past two days. It would have almost been bikini weather back home. In order to celebrate and praise the weather gods, we made our way to Placa Catalunya today, to indulge ourselves in the glory that is Helado. (Gelato) And of course to make the experience authentic, we ate it whilst sitting on the steps to the Barcelona Cathedral listening to Spanish Flamenco guitar street music.

Yup. My Life Sucks.

xoxo

B