• On Friday I led a workshop for people wanting to sing songs in English.  I had the idea a few months ago and since then have been choosing songs and thinking about how singing can help language learning.  My friend Marta was excited by the idea and she helped organise sessions in Barcelona so we had the first one there, thanks also to Isa and Pati Llimona in the Barri Gòtic.  Of course it was much more scary and complicated than I had imagined – how to decide what songs are interesting and not to hard for non English speakers who won’t know the tunes? But I think in the end it was ok and we are doing it again next week.
• Tonight we went to Sant Celoni to see Anna Roig singing live. I love her songs and especially this one. It’s about a woman who went to Paris with her lover and they didn’t have a good time. So she decides to paint a red moustache on his photo to take away some of the sting and sadness.
• The cafe at the station was still open after the concert so we had a beer and something quick to eat. I love that place – it always makes me think of Brief Encounter.
• You can imagine things happening there. Love affairs starting……….……..or ending
• I drove to Orrius this week in the car – ALL BY MYSELF!  I wrote here about my reluctance to drive in Catalunya and so this was a huge step forward.  Bonnie and I went to meet up with Oreneta, a friend I met through our blogs,  and Chuck her gorgeous dog,  to have a little walk in the hills with them – part of their four hour trek!
• Talking of facing my fears – the singing group and the driving were part of my current personal challenge to extend my comfort zone rather than hide away inside it. I am inspired by this man whose blog is full of wonderful suggestions and life observations.

• Lastly – tomorrow we are having a family picnic to celebrate two birthdays and one saints day. At last I think I have cracked the sponge cake problem and right now two halves are cooling in the kitchen and awaiting chocolate filling. Also thanks to my friend Francesca I am looking forward to wowing the Catalans with chocolate cornflake biscuits.  I managed to make a mess of that recipe as well on first trying it but second time round I am now on a par with the five year olds who specialise in making these treats.

Well that’s all for now – there is always so much to say and yet recently it has been hard to string together a sentence. Sometimes it’s hard to know what to write – and what to leave unwritten.
Let’s see what next week will bring!