I hung out with Italian kids all day today. It was great until some of the kids at school found out I didn't speak so much Italian and then started talking in what seemed to be a nonsensical language, to which they started laughing profusely. If that's the worst it gets than it is really, not such a bad job.
update: It gets worse. Today I cleaned up puke that was a mixture of snot and pasta, after which I had to hold the little girl while she screamed, telling her that her mom would be home shortly.
The video below was recorded after leaving a couch surfing experience in San Cugat, Catalunya. That day was a holiday, The Three Kings, where kids get candy if they have been good (that would have made the date January 6, 2011). I would soon be walking the streets for hours, somewhat lost, but enjoying it, to soon peer down at the city of Barcelona and later meet up with a friend in the lovely neighborhood of gracia.
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