Mercat de la Boqueria, just off La Ramblas. The only activity of the weekend. My cold was so bad I couldn't really move too much. Thank god my appetite hadn't gone though. We had some of this lovely seafood and some more for dinner on Saturday. Lunch was pinxtos in El Born, in the basque cultural centre / restaurant. And we managed to squeeze in two more resto visits to eat some local food.
Luckily my friends weren't too energetic either for various reasons, so we kinda snugged up on the couch, covered by blankets, all weekend, catching up on all things and reading. Cosy. The rest of Barca can wait till my next visit. June ticket has been booked!
Monday, 22 February 2010
Friday, 19 February 2010
Barcelona!!
Almost four year after my first visit, I am about to head back to Barcelona. And as a visitor-of-friends rather than a full blown tourist this time. A weekend full of chatter and banter with Martin and Elena, beautiful Catalan food, an expat soiree and whatever else might happen. Twelve hours and counting!
Wednesday, 17 February 2010
Skin OD
After my last project, I got the feedback that I was very lifestyly (yes, I know that is not a word) and too much of a fashionista (the latter says everything about the person who said it and very little about me). Fair enough. Had said person told me while I was still on the project, I would have worn a suit a bit more. As it were, I was wearing 3/4 black trousers and red patent heels on a regular basis.
What I wasn't wearing, were short skirts and low cut tops. Each to their own, but I don't think it's particularly suitable in an office environment. Clearly, many of the female staff of a London company I visited this week, think differently. Half of them could have gone clubbing straight from work. F*ck me heels, cleavage, short dresses, the works. Only the sparkles were missing. It does make me wonder....if I get hugely distracted by staring into someone's cleavage during a meeting, how must the men that were present have felt? Surely 3/4 black trousers and red patent heels would have been less distractive?
What I wasn't wearing, were short skirts and low cut tops. Each to their own, but I don't think it's particularly suitable in an office environment. Clearly, many of the female staff of a London company I visited this week, think differently. Half of them could have gone clubbing straight from work. F*ck me heels, cleavage, short dresses, the works. Only the sparkles were missing. It does make me wonder....if I get hugely distracted by staring into someone's cleavage during a meeting, how must the men that were present have felt? Surely 3/4 black trousers and red patent heels would have been less distractive?
Spring?
Can I please declare spring to be opened? Offical yabba aside about some date in March? I have seen crocuses and daffodils, it is sunny and apparently there are little lambs already. Surely that must mean spring. I would like to interpret yesterday's miserable rain as the turning point of informal seasons. Goodbye you bastard crap cold snowy winter, hello spring, we love you.
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
Outed
First there was Petite Anglaise. The pommie in Paris who was anonymous until her employer found out about her blog in '06 and the following law suit was all over the papers and even on CNN. A book deal followed, and last year she stopped blogging.
My new favourite blog was Liberty London Girl. A pommie in New York's fashion world writes with the self deprecation the Brits do so well about her love life (or lack thereof), about food, and mostly, about fashion. The people, the shows, that skirt, those trousers. I knew her bra size from one of the hilarious posts but had no idea what her eye colour was. And I kinda liked it that way. Today however, she outed herself in Grazia. I tore open the plastic wrapper and went straight to the page of the interview. A pretty friendly face. Belonging to a girl who talks about writing a sitcom and turning her blog into a book. Now she is known to the world, the blog won't be the same.
So I need a new one. A blog that makes me laugh, makes me want to go places, to cook food, and most of all, makes me want to get to know the writer through her blog. Or maybe Sasha Wilkins can prove me wrong, and entertain the world with her stories for a long time to come!
My new favourite blog was Liberty London Girl. A pommie in New York's fashion world writes with the self deprecation the Brits do so well about her love life (or lack thereof), about food, and mostly, about fashion. The people, the shows, that skirt, those trousers. I knew her bra size from one of the hilarious posts but had no idea what her eye colour was. And I kinda liked it that way. Today however, she outed herself in Grazia. I tore open the plastic wrapper and went straight to the page of the interview. A pretty friendly face. Belonging to a girl who talks about writing a sitcom and turning her blog into a book. Now she is known to the world, the blog won't be the same.
So I need a new one. A blog that makes me laugh, makes me want to go places, to cook food, and most of all, makes me want to get to know the writer through her blog. Or maybe Sasha Wilkins can prove me wrong, and entertain the world with her stories for a long time to come!
Saturday, 13 February 2010
Sports sports sports
After yet another week of cardio, pilates, aerobics and more cardio, I am pretty pleased to see a decrease in centimeters and a more toned body. The hard work is paying off. And the great feeling after a hard work out is so worth the effort.
The Irish' rugby team's hard work didn't pay off quite as much today. They lost miserably from the frogs. After a hugely exciting Wales-Scotland match, Les Verts broke their winning spell. Unlucky 13, after having won 12 matches in a row.
Now I am counting on Sven Kramer to make my day from a sports perspective. If only he can skate towards gold tonight.... While I am listening to Jochem Uytdehaage on the radio, I go back to the Salt Lake Olympics in 2002. While Jochem was skating his 10k, I was driving home from a farewell party of a colleague. I broke my own speed record on the A10, cheering and shouting whilst driving, hoping to catch the last laps. Just when I reached my exit, Jochem won gold. Tears of happiness running down my cheeks. Today I am lucky to have the combination of BBC internet and Dutch Radio 1. Go Sven Go! Make our day!
Wednesday, 10 February 2010
Bowler Hat Day
Jeans day for the aids foundation, pink day for the breast cancer foundation, and Bowler Hat Day for Haiti. The English and their charities. Not only doesn't anyone seem to walk a longer distance than tube-home without raising money for a charity, offices do their part too. So for jeans day our head honcho sent round an email suggesting we could wear jeans to the office, if we paid £2 for charity. On pink day you had to pay £3 (partners £10) unless you were wearing something pink. And tomorrow there will be peeps selling bowler hats and bowler hat pins at London Bridge and Leadenhall Market, encouraging office workers to re-live the old days, whilst raising money for SOS Children's World Haiti.
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