So Manong Willie was telling me about how he and Ate Lisa live in a two-story house in Barcelona, and I was all like, "Oh no, this is obviously just part of this whole language barrier thing, there are no such thing as houses in Barcelona- to begin with, there aren't any two-story buildings at all." But they actually live in a two-story house in the middle of the city! Ate Lisa's employer is like suuuper loaded. They gave her a coat but it was too small for her so she gave it to me. It's pretty nice; it looks like this:

I mean it's kind of too small for me, too, but whatever. They live in the house for free (I mean, with some major trade-offs, the most obvious including Ate's long work days, Manong's inability to find a job in such a large and competitive city, and having to leave their six and ten year old daughters behind in the Philippines and only seeing them maybe once a year). I'm free to stay there on the weekends, and to have lunch on the weekdays (OMG of rice and pork adobo and all sorts of goooooood things, I'm so excited). It's so ridiculously nice, and Manong was surprised that my house- that every house- isn't like this in the States. The American dream, though, I guess:

Just the entry-way is impressive, compared to all the other apartments I've been in (never an actual house- wtf!), even contending with my pretty University or whatever, with the stained glass and the tiles being just a fragment, a small introduction to grandeur.

Neoclassical paintings, old photos, antique furniture, a fireplace (can you imagine? in the middle of Barcelona!). And yesterday morning I dressed in my silly, high-waisted pants on a whim, and so I was perfectly ready to sit amongst the knickknacks, like the chandeliers and various (slave depicting?) figurines.

Then I went to History and we toured one of the upstairs rooms; I don't really know what it was used for, but it's decorated with lots of historical depictions:

Then I went to see Urtain at the Teatro Romeo. SO GOOD. I haven't seen a professional production in years, and was surprised at how surprised I was at the quality of the acting. Anyway, Urtain's life was really sad.

Okay, I should do more things. Spanish rockabilly DJ tomorrow night! Lisbon in a week. Food with the family. Barca game on Sunday, I think. Intercambio tomorrow afternoon. Things things things.