Should probably learn how to say "procrastinating" in Spanish

Another evening at 12:30 ish — I should be doing my Spanish homework, and yet I wind up either uploading pictures or updating on my adventures (or both...).

This morning was yet another Catalan class. Only minor subway drama, and we would have been on time, but the morning cortado (shot of espresso, minimal hot milk) was compulsory. Today's lesson mimicked what actual university classes are like: regardless of what language a professor lectures in, students can ask questions in the language of their choosing. It seems to be a very democratic system, though it's very disorienting to ask questions and receive answers in different languages.

Class was followed by another installment of the proseminario. Today focused on arte románico — this weekend we head to the Pyrenees as a group, and so we're starting to prepare.

The afternoon was free and so I decided to try doing my work. Next door to the Residencia is a public library, so I thought I'd check it out. But to use WiFi you need a library card, and to get a library card you need your passport. Though I obviously could have retrieved my passport, I decided to wander around the city instead.

I found myself in the Boqueria somewhat by accident. The Boqueria is the largest of Barcelona's many markets and though I went pretty late in the day, it was still mayhem. For a person who loves food shopping, it can be quite overwhelming. There is excessive yelling (both of prices and of cat calls from the fruit sellers) and people move at a very rapid pace. I was starting to take pictures — as I often do in market settings — but was threatened by a woman selling candy, so I quickly put my camera away.

After meandering through the market for a while, I started back in the general direction of Onix. I was happily munching on my dried fruit and nuts when I heard startling thunder overhead. (I should have been expecting it — it had hailed during class that morning) It was only drizzling though, so I wasn't too worried. I was almost all the way home when the skies opened up — Providence flash-flood-style rain.

Good news though: Paige and I have rigged a bright pink clothesline across our room, so my wet clothes and I have since recovered. As for my Spanish paper...