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Arriving in Barcelona after a harrowing journey involving a 4:30 a.m. wakeup, a long busride in the rain to the airport, and a long delay in the plane departure, eventually arrived in Barcelona early in the afternoon. We went straight to the beach and flew kites and played frisbee, and had a most excellent lunch at the beach restaurant.

The waiter had a South American accent, and I understand that these "guest workers" are treated very badly by the native Spaniards. In any case he was very nice and friendly. I had the most fantastic Patatas Bravas in my life. Actually the first ones, but they were marvellous.
Afterwards we went to the apartment and Cordelia modelled her new flamenco dress and played me her new video of "High School Musical" which she loves but I find disgustingly superficial, not to mention being badly sung and arranged. But she is fascinated by the depiction of American teenage life (she is going into 5th grade in the fall; will turn 10 in january).