I'm listening to boys roll down the hill in front of the house on their bikes-- break-neck speed, shouting in Catalan to one another. Making quite a fuss. It sounds like they're having a grand bit of fun.

Tomorrow is my last full day at Can Serrat. I've already done laundry and begun gathering my things so I can find them when the time comes to close my bag. Still have paintings to pull down from the wall; but I'm not quite ready to go that far... I think I may yet have some painting left to do, with the tiny time that is left.

"Memorable" would certainly be the way to describe my time here.
I've been keeping my personal notes so that I do (or don't, as the case may be,) remember all the details of my time here. I was trying to imagine my fill-you-in-on-the-details stories when I get back, and to be honest SO much has happened, it may come out in spurts. How can it just be one month?
There should definitely be wine involoved in the story-telling.
My arm has been twisted into signing up for facebook-- mostly so I can keep up with people that would otherwise be ships in the night. Interesting how between timing and coincidence and a few shared interests we can know each other in ways that would be seemingly impossible under other more "normal" circumstances.

It's early in the evening and I've come outside to sit in the grass and feel the remaining warmth of what was a very hot afternoon. Quiche for dinner! and perhaps some wine, as would be proper. Lovely ladies for some late-night conversation. A new arrival today!

I don't know how I'll re-adjust to my other life as I have become accustomed to it here, like this.