This morning I’ve gone back to talking to the pupils at school is a naturally fast pace. I’m not sure anyone has understood anything that I’ve said. The reason for this is that I’ve been holidaying this weekend with the Molecule-Artist. Other than when she woke up one morning (or looked vaguely like she had woken up) and proceeded to talk to me in German, it’s been none-stop English. Intense English.
We’re both people who use words, lots of words, to express ourselves. She however also managed to do things like take photos… I took my camera with me and proceeded to leave it wrapped up in the room.
We mostly sat in coffee shops or on park benches and talked, every now and again shifting in search of sunlight or food. However, we did:
- Visit a market
- Walk up to the sanctuary
- Eat traditional food
I however don’t need to write anything about this because the Molecule-Artist already has done.
- On mysterious markets and frustrating pastries
- On going to the sanctuary
- On having Murcian churros for breakfast