Begur és Autèntic!

So, after Az and Ron left, reality set in a little.  Cassie, Cam, and I were on our own.  Driving back from the Barcelona airport was especially scary — all who know me know that my sense of direction isn’t the best — and with that crazy bitch on my GPS, whom I do not trust — what’s a girl to do?  My best and I eventually got home.  It was a wonderful feeling to get back to the Baix Embordà, where I knew my way around and everything looked familiar and CALM.  The freeway in Barcelona doesn’t hold a candle to 610, so it’s ok, but it would help if I could read the signs in Catalán!

My apartment complex has 12 apartments.  When I arrived, almost all were full, but as the summer wanes, there are usually only two apartments inhabited — mine and the young couple two doors down.  I was extremely excited to meet them by the pool, although I immediately forgot both of their names (CRS syndrome).  The guy is from this area and his parents own the apartment where they’re staying.  The woman is Colombian and they met in Mexico City.  They were recently married and moved here to pass some time while they look for a place to live in Barcelona.  I’m relieved to have humans nearby as it is VERY dark here at night.  Someone will hear me scream!  I hope.  They also have a dog, whose name is Janice, for you know who.

Marcela, she had to tell me her name again, is hoping to be an actress, so she needs to learn to speak Catalán.  She told me about a course to be offered soon and I signed up too.  I’d like to be able to read traffic signs and menus and exchange pleasantries at least.

I generally feel very safe here in Spain, but my apartment’s location is somewhat remote and there is an informal campground next door with rotating hippies.  I’m sure they’re harmless — weren’t we? but slightly unsettling.

The apartment faces northeast, so every morning I’m treated to the most beautiful sunrises!  I think I may buy a camera.  The photos on my phone don’t capture all the shades of pink I see.