Today is my first day watching los ninos, with help from the mom. It is hard to entertain a 3 year old without being able to talk to him. Unfortunately he only speaks Catalan, which is not like Spanish at all...but I just turn into a monster and chase him around and that about does it.

So I went on a run yesterday, and now the parents are introducing me to people as "laura, a runner". I am NOT a runner. In fact, I hate running, but when I'm in a city like Barcelona I feel like I should. Now I am Laura the Runner and expected to be in the Barcelona Marathon in 2 weeks. Not. Going. To. Happen. All I know is that my shins hurt so bad, I may never run again.

Things are still going good, Mar is an amazing cook! But they don't think I eat enough, then kinda lecture me about it. I may NEED to run everyday if I eat everything they tell me too (hah!).