You know...

sometimes the world is too small of a place... and sometimes the fates are pretty freaking evil. How is it that out of hundreds and hundreds of flats for rent I managed to email the person who's letting my bf's ex girlfriend's flat? What horrible coincidence... I saw her name on the cc of the message and my heart nearly stopped. I've just opened up a whole world of evil and I didn't even intend it. She is not going to be a happy camper when she sees my name... If I could I would go back in time and not send the email... *shudders*

I don't think I can get far enough away from my computer right now.

bring on the long weekend

can i just say...

I have NO idea how I'm ever going to be able to convince myself to roll r's when I learn Spanish? I'm truly at a loss... I spent and entire year when I lived in France ridding myself of the French Canadian tendancy to roll r's when speaking... now I've got to replace my gutteral french r with the rolly spanish one.

Things like this keep me up at night.

very sad jarrett, very sad.

I was just sitting at my desk

and in a second within a second I thought about how strange it is that I'm moving to Barcelona... Strange because the first time I went there I couldn't wait to leave. I went about 8 years ago with Denise and Noeleen just before I left France. We took the train down for a mini holiday. We got driven mad by all the backpackers and their mean spirited competitiveness to race to find the hostel... no one would help anyone and it was a really stressful arrival to the main train station. I remember walking for hours... when we finally made it to the centre we were so hot and disillusioned we wanted to leave and we had just arrived A quick consultation with the tourist office and then we then jumped the first train we could out of the city and to the coast... I had no regrets I wasn't keen on seeing much more of Barcelona. It wasn't until I went back last year with KJ that I gave the city another chance... and as chance would have it... also met someone who would encourage me to do so.

I remember once reading an entry in Francis' blog about the special kind of anxious/excited feeling that he gets when he thinks about Barcelona... I believe he met his partner there. I'm a silly romantic but I like the idea of having this sort of connection with a city... I have that buzz feeling when I think of Berlin... but I'm not so sure if that has more to do with the fab time I spent there when I was last there... I wonder if the more you travel the more places like that you'll find or if your connections to cities is truly limited to one or two really special places?

I've started a new painting and it's fab. I am chomping at the bit to get home and finish it off. I found this amazing picture on the weekend in this bookshop outside of the British Museum. I didn't want to buy the book so I took a picture of the image using my camera phone and I've been painting off of that. I'm slowly learning the value of not speed painting like I usually do... it gives much better use of colour when I'm not constantly mixing paints by excitedly painting over layers that aren't dry yet... good thing I don't paint with oils!

Saturday morning Sally and I went to Smiths for brunch. How yummy!!! Too bad it's all the way across the other side of the city. I'm officially going to be dining there every Saturday until I leave (okay so there are only two left).

Seestor arrives for a proper visit this Thursday and then the long weekend is this weekend... it's carnival too and a colleague of mine's b'day party. Lots to do! Someone want to pack for me? Don't quite know when I'll get to it! I'm so very very very lucky to have a seetor who is so amazing.