We've now been in Barcelona for a whole week, which was mostly spent sleeping and reading until getting off our collective arses and heading to a language school this morning to enrol for two weeks of Spanish lessons. So we're now a few hundred Euros lighter in the pocket and, in exchange, will be carrying around several kilos of shiny textbooks every weekday. Oh, and they come with these shiny coaster things that apparently have sound stored on them: how retro!
We're lucky enough to have a six-person class: one third Chinese, one third Swedish, and one third us. I managed to fight off the urge to try to be "helpful" in Mandarin with the counting for the first session, and then quickly gave up. It's hard enough to throw a ball around a group of people while counting backwards from 20 in any language, but having to learn new numbers and to say ¡Hola! whenever you get to a number that's divisible by three - I think our teacher may have just been making it hard while filling in the last ten minutes. Of course, though, there's a little place around the corner where you can get a beer and some croquetas to make the walk home easier.
Data of note - I'm not sure whether I'll be able to turn this into some sort of infographic or whether it just makes me look like an obsessive, but I've been thinking about how to quantify our time, and so here are some metrics: