Barcelona, a volcano, four girls (what happened to the other two?), a rental car and a GPS. (Part 1)

I (we) had landed and was more than excited about this trip, sun, sea and clubbing….sounds like Ibiza but no, it’s Barcelona. Lacy was already there (turns out in a totally different terminal) and we were just waiting on Anja.

I had left the farm and was ready to leave my cares and worries behind. Who says that you can’t run away from your problems? This was to be the start of a new…..well week I guess.

This trip to Barcelona ignited my desire to

1) Party

2) Eat

3) Take pictures

4) Speak Spanish

5) Run away from my host family.

The other five girls that were with me didn’t know each other from Jack and I did wonder how that was going to pan out. One couldn’t speak English and the other no French.

When we finally found the apartment we were pleasantly surprised, it was clean spacious and best of all, there were two bathrooms….no balcony though.

I had put the deposit on my card and tried not to freak out every time I heard a clash of plates.

Every day was an adventure and as we lost ourselves in the Catalan roads and learned new Spanish words, while praying for a break in the clouds I couldn’t help but appreciate this city for the second time in one year.

As the girls looked to me for direction (being a native an all) I looked online for the Mango Outlet, this mission needed to be completed and as efficiently as possible.

So I ended up going twice in a row but hey I’m worth it.

This trip was a lot different than my previous one, both having their merits in leaving me wanting more of this wonderland.

Highlights included, 7 Portes, crazy night along the boardwalk where we couldn’t speak to each other and Lo had to wash the dishes. Foodgasms, wearing shorts when it is freezing, Natural poses……..TBC

Bon Voyage

The last night with the family and surely we could have a peaceful one, er, what was I thinking, of course not.

The accommodation was not booked so J and JP were running around like headless chicken. I waited patiently, mumbled a couple of comments that I was tired in the hopes that we may be able to eat soon to no avail.

I was annoyed, I would be working at the library early the next morning, I decided to volunteer as it would mean that I would be in contact with French speakers all the time, plus I have so much free time on my hands.

J and JP knew this and as the clock struck 10pm and my belly was still empty, my patience was exhausted and I decided to go to bed.

I felt it very selfish that I had to suffer for their lack of preparation, I even thought about searching for an apartment for them, then I remembered the gratitude or lack of when I found the one that we stayed at in Montpellier.

Two weeks of peace unfortunately could not keep the anger boiling in my stomach.

I should have eaten with the kids I thought to myself.

At 10.17 J called me, I told her that I was already in bed, five minutes later I was bitching to my sister and my friend.

The next day I ate breakfast with the children as I wouldn’t be seeing them for a while I made a special effort. J descended and asked me if I ate at all, I told her no, it was too late for me and turned away. I think that was sufficient.

Coralie rode her bike while I walked to the library, it turns out that it is not that far on foot. The first day went smoothly and I even met some girls around my age at the library, shame they were only there for the weekend.

Hallelujah!

You can't imagine my excitement!

They may be leaving the house on Sunday for Corsica. Woo hoo, party over here!

Although that might mean that they will be here when my friends are.

I wanted two blissful weeks of PEACE.

I am missing home but having a good time still. April is going to be such a cool month, I can't wait to do Barcelona again and am very excited about my friends coming.

I have managed to confuse JP, he thought my hair grew over night and I am looking forward to more blank stares. 'I be looking fly right now' with the extensions just need to make sure that they don't fall out where anyone can see!

This is just a short one, needed to let out my excitement!

Water off a duck's back

Or two or three, what is wrong with this family, why have they bought three ducklings? The children like them for one week and then forget about them, they didn't even care when I ran over the dog. Oops

JP threw a tantrum today, he hasn't been himself lately and perhaps I'm not the only one on my period. He erupted when J told him that he was being moany, I think that he is stressed and at the end of his tether.

At the moment am feeling more at ease, things are not getting to me so much.

I think I have finally found the most amazing villa for my Provence adventure complete with private pool. Feel free to drool!

Being the kind au pair that I am, I gave the parents the night off and decided to look after the rugrats, well there's no point in everyone being miserable is there? (well I'm not, I'm excited!)

The next morning and Fred has already dropped his duckling and is screaming that he doesn't give a damn about it (apparently it bit him). It hasn't even been 24h and they are crapping all over the place.

The paternal grandparents are coming over, they rarely do and I think that it is something to do with the cleanliness of the place. This place is a tip. You have been warned.

Love, peace and a Happy Easter

Good Vibes

Ok so I'm going to Barcelona in 13 days, the countdown has begun, six girls, one city and loads of good trouble me thinks (If I go by my last trip to a Catalan club).

I have said this before and I will say this again, what a difference a day makes. This month I am expecting my girlfriends over, I am too excited, we get to talk weddings, hairstyles and I am hoping that they will help me bring some essentials over. No not the Indian lady who threads my eyebrows in Upton Park for 2 pounds. (Unless we can fly her over and have the service for 2 pounds) I'm talking tea and fake hair lol!I need to switch up my look and confuse some white people. (Hey am not racist, I have white friends ....I love that saying)

I am trying to make an effort, (hmm, I should make more with my french, when was the last time I wrote or read French?) What I mean is, I am already looking forward to my next project. I have decided that going back to England this year is not for me, hey who knows, I may end up in Italy.

Aribaaaaa, oops that's Spanish, I mean Arrivederci, En tout cas....Ole! lol!