I had my first day of work on wednesday. It's in a sweet little village 45 minutes north of Barcelona (that's along the coast for directionally retarded people like me). It's a sleepy town with lovely folk, whose minds it never crossed that they are actually living in Spain. They don't speak castellano (Spanish), so it's a case of me being spoken to in catalan, and teaching in a mix of castellano, catalan and hand gestures. It's tiring work, but the kids are fab.

Otherwise, I've fallen in love with Maria Rita and Ella (again)...

blue days... all of them gone, nothing but blue skies from now on