The political graffiti seems to be building this one I found particularily confusing....the circle and lines is a Catalan flag, "contra Espanya" is obviously 'against Spain', canya however means cane or reed, like a fishing cane....hmmmmmm 'reed against Spain' there must be more to it.
I went into BCN this morning to pick up my God mother, well, sort of god mother, I was never baptised, but she adopted me as god daughter anyway. It is going to be great having her here. She's here for 3 days or so, and then gone for a week, and then here another 10 or so....
My time in BCN however was less exciting. I sat at the bus stop where the airport bus comes in for two hours or so....it was sunny and hot and when I moved into the shade, the ground was sticky where a British tourist had spilled a coke, inadequately cleaned up and then left the dirty tissue on the seat. Lovely.
There were cops hanging around all the time, and by the time I had been there a while I was just waiting for one of them to come up to me and ask what I was doing. Every single airport bus that came up, I got up and mingled with the crowd to see if my friend had arrived. They come every six minutes. Did I look like a pick-pocket? Quite possibly. But, she got there before I got questioned. HOT.
My husband and the girls and the dog went up into the mountains....they got back, the girls immediately went up on the terrace and hosed themselves off, the dog gave me one quick sniff and lay down, the man got a drink and then had a shower.
My god mother is having a nap, then we'll probably go for a walk....the girls are doing watercolour work, I see the need for more paper in the near future....
A friend is here, I avoided sun stroke and it's a beautiful sunny Sunday. Life is good.