Someone made a Knox PostSecret about me! (At least, using a picture of me; that's my smile, you see.) This makes me (almost unjustifiably) excited.
Made breakfast and mimosas with Raquel last Friday:
mmm- she loved them
sauteeing some mushrooms and veggies in cheap cava
mhmm precious and delicious
haaaaaahaha, the truest picture i've ever taken
cleaning up after sofia's brutal attack- "what a bitch"
mmhmm, that's about right; right before meeting for an intercambio with jordi, who had us explain the geographical locations of US cities using cocktail olives, and who explained that spain is able to produce duff beer (they're ob-sessed with Los Simpson) by making it "duss beer" with crosses in the s's, though i can't actually find sources that confirm this.
saturday we went to coulliere, france to read poetry at antonio machado's grave. i didn't take pictures of that, but i did of this:
Rachel taking a picture of a pretty building. The village is pretty precioso, or acogedor, a synonym.
a basketball court in the middle of a monestary
woof
Then Rachel and I tried to do some long walk around Monjuic but EVERYONE was there
, so we decided to drink cafe in the Central Park of Barcelona and read the Sunday paper.
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