|Paella on Night One!|
|The main cathedral in the centre of Barcelona|
|Statue of Columbus pointing the wrong way!|
|Catalan House of Parliament|
|The most famous church in Barcelona|
|James and Thiago|
|A window inside Sagrada Famillia|
|The main window inside Sagrada Famillia|
|The party at Nasty Mondays!|
|Angel Michelle and Hannah|
|Michelle, Michael, Alice and James|
|In case of revolution break glass|
|Interior of Sagrada Famillia|
|This lady has a gas mask and is on the train from the airport|
When we had lunch at the traditional Spanish restaurant I heard the waiter say 1 english word “thank you” as we were leaving. Given my Spanish pretty much stops at Beunos Noches we were in an interesting predicament and although I couldn’t understand what he was saying I did realise something that is universal because I do the same thing in English. Whenever we speak to someone who doesn’t speak good English it is natural to speak slower and anunciate every syllable somehow believing that this will help. I am now acutely aware that it doesn’t because that is what happened to me, I heard the same syllables over and the same words but it didn’t make things any clearer.
|The Revolution starting early|
The Champagne bar that we went to on the last day was another example of an “no English environment” however after stumbling through ordering all of our tapas and champagne in Spanish the waiter managed to squeeze out a little phrase…”can you please bring back your glasses”…I am thinking he probably knew more English than he let on, but surrounded by Spanish its not exactly something you can call him out on.
The Final Word.