As I sit in a local library typing speedily as the clock ticks down my available hour, I ponder the anitcs of our Peruvian mafia friends. "sin conexcion internet" awaits me at home. However, only 3 days till moving day and I have to say I will miss our Swedish and French friends. Last night we swam in the twilight hours, the lights of our new city reflecting on the silken waves. Syd´s training days are flying by, with him slaving away and me cooking English delights and hanging out of the balcony to watch his return. Not for long though as I start work tomorrow! Its a shame in many ways as I have enjoyed cooking, my current read about the happiness of a Viennesse house matron whose origins in a suffragette household did not dissuade her from her true vocation of whipping up strudels and light scones at a moments notice, pushes me on to try new treats. I exagerrate, the book is wonderful but cookery is not a vocation for me and my real work with finger painting, dolls and stories begins. A new stage of barcelonionian life! We look forward to it with eagerness and I'm giving the next post to Syd because I am a blog hog and no one likes that. I shall have to change the name BARCELONA OCTUBRE!! I want to learn catalan. imogen out.
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