Weekends.

Weekends fly by. That's for sure.

On Friday I went out with Stelios and his Greek friends and of course, we had a good time!
He truly is a Greek and that reflects in the way he acts (with our opposite gender), the way he thinks (southern temperament combined with repect for the human body), the way he cooks (and the herbs he uses). He's always cooking with the best olive oil in the world, that one from from his hometown, somewhere located in the south of Greece. The herbs are labelled in his native language but "That's Greek to me"! ("Dat is Chinees voor mij!")
Wikipedia showed me that expression can be translated as "Αὐτὰ μοῦ φαίνονται κινέζικα!" with Chinese as the target language. Somewhat hypocrite? The answer is up to you.

Saturday was extremely quiet, but in short: bed, shower, talking, 'head', eating, chatting, coffee, water, mailing, tired, siesta, music, recharging. One of those days you're doing nothing because your body just doesn't feel fit. At the end of such a day, I always say to myself "tomorrow I'm going to handle it different". And I did.

One of the things I like a lot is to walk, to observe, to take a picture at places I don't know. That's what I've done on the 7th day of my week. I took the map of BCN and devided the city into 9 to 10 zones. On Sunday I viewed zone 1: my quarter near Sagrada Família. Sundays are perfect as there's not a lot of traffic, not a lot to do (in Spain shops are generally closed as well) and the city is focused on tourist activities.
With the sun on my white, freckled skin, I enjoyed!