Hen in the House

My grandmother is here.

She arrived Monday and is leaving Sunday. We have had an eventful week. The highlight had to of been Wednesday when we took a bus from Lloret to Barcelona for a tour. Our guide was terrible, spoke mostly German so we couldn't understand much. We arrived to Barcelona (near La Ramblas) at 10:30 and got off the bus with the other people. She handed us a map with a time on the bottom (4:30) and then she left. Apparently we should not have gotten off the bus. We didn't book the tour, Joan's mother did, so we had no clue what to do. I called the company, they tried to call her but she didn't answer. So, grandma and I spent the day in La Boqueria, walking down La Ramblas and the like while the rest of our tour was seeing Park Guell and the Gaudi Buildings etc. Joan's mom got her money back so all was good but It was stressful for me.

Today we have been taking it easy. The weather is helping, nothing but rain all day. Right now grandma is sleeping, Joan is reading his pilot manual and the repair man is here fixing our broken water heater. (Yes, no hot water this morning).

Tonight we are going to dinner with Joan's family and tomorrow we are off to the airport. Monday I have Spanish class and Tuesday to Friday I am teaching English and working at Cavok. So tomorrow and Monday afternoon I will be very busy getting things together for the week. Besides that I am worried about registering for class because I still owe $2000 to Northwest, I'm worried about saving money now and still being able to travel which I'm starting to be realistic and don't think Joan and I should do. I really have no right to complain or ask for anything because Joan and his family are helping me out so much. Without them I wouldn't have the shirt I'm wearing now or the couch I'm sitting on- in this flat I never would have known existed! Ahhh life. I just want Joan to be in Pilot School, us both to have good jobs making good money and being able to travel and minimize all the worries in our life.

Speaking of worries, two nights in the last two weeks I have woken up from nightmares crying. This has never happened to me but lately it is the norm. The dreams are basically the same; I lose Joan. Something terrible happens or something takes us away from each other. I won't get sappy or go on about anything but I don't like these dreams and feelings and need to find a way to get over them soon. Poor Joan, waking up at 2 a.m. with a soaked pillow and scared out of his mind as to why I'm bawling like a mad woman.

Well, I hope to update again more when I can. I hope things are well where you are.

C.M.