This has been the last day of my summer vacation. Although I still have the weekend before going back to work (which I'm so not looking forward to). It went by too fast. I had big plans for the time and I only got to do one of them and that was the Barcelona trip.
By the way, I was nervous they'd only speak catalan in there and I'd understand nothing, but it turned out most of them spoke spanish. Every restaurant(especially the fast food places) had menus in catalan only. You could see catalan is the official language there. As far as I could tell, people spoke castellano(that's spanish) or bad english. There was this one place though, somewhere in Barri Gothic or the place next to it.. ribera? a small bar where we went for tapas one afternoon during siesta. I think the woman there might have been speaking catalan. I'm not sure, but..
This last week I spent feeling ill. First I had a throat ache for a few days then it went away and my nose started running. Didn't have fever but occasionally I was sweating a lot. Then it all stopped suddenly. It was weird.
Last week was my birthday week. I wanted to do something special since it was after all an important birthday, 25 years. And because I pretty much missed my twentieth. Must say it was better than the 20th but not by much. I spent it alone mostly, went to the spy museum and classic american diner for lunch. Walked around the "city" a bit and was bored and came back home. I got nice presents from my bf and my mom. Mom's the only one who sent me a card. I suppose people think I'm old now. I got lots of facebook congratulations but..
I dunno what to say anymore. I want to see one more ncis episode before this shuts down from lack of power..
4 weeks ago
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