We moved to Barcelona without arranging a flat or a job. We don't even speak Spanish, let alone Catalan. How long can it last? Fi..
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Week 44
Published on 2010-07-09 04:02:00
ChristinaWith the weather being so lovely, we've been spending a lot of time at the beach. Some people are right at home in the sea: they run up and jump in with all the energy of David Hasselhoff and they emerge, unruffled, like models in Dolce & Gabbana perfume adverts. Sadly, I am not one of these people. My approach is less carefree, more careful. On the rare occasions I do venture for a paddle, it's a right pantomime. I tentatively walk to the water's edge and dip a foot in to determine
Published on 2010-06-25 14:45:00
WillOn Wednesday night, we joined thousands of other people on the beach for El Noche de San Juan, the enormous party Catalonia (along with lots of other places) holds to celebrate the summer solstice. Anyone trying to get some shut-eye on El Noche de San Juan would be advised to try another country; not only is it a huge party – much bigger than New Year’s Eve – it is also the night of fireworks. I absolutely love the fifth of November. Fireworks and bonfires look
Week 40
Published on 2010-06-22 05:38:00
ChristinaI have sad news: it seems that I am now too old to deal with the consequences of a night out and must resign myself to a lifetime of afternoon naps and BBC antique programmes. Where once a hangover was cured by a bacon sandwich and a can of Coke, now it drags on for days where I'm confined to my bed like a Victorian damsel, swooning as Will wafts smelling salts at me. Or fetches me a bucket. I have just emerged from a three-day, pastis, absinthe and kebab-fuelled hangover. This looks qu