First Weekend at Pals

Pals is a paradise. I woke up to the sound of the Mediterranean waves crashing from my window. It's windy today, so the wind surfers are flocking to the beach. You can see them in this picture. Javi will teach me sometime I hope. Pals is an old medieval town, very pretty and filled with castles and wineries. By the beach, it's all a resort-type area. My family has a flat a few blocks from the beach, and Teresa, Irene's mother, lives right on the water. The above picture is taken from her terrace. I am staying with her and Paul this weekend; I really like her and she used to be a race car driver! Today, because it was so windy, we drove around Pals to a different beach, one by the mountains that shielded us from the huge gusts of wind. It was breathtaking, I felt like I had jumped inside a postcard. I swam for the first time in the sea. It was very salty, and a whole lot warmer than Lake Superior. I also met a boy who lives in the same area as we do in Pals. When you meet someone new here, you give them a kiss on each cheek. Dos Besos. I will have to get the hang of that. I am excited to make more friends. The kids are so sweet. Bruno went to an English camp this summer so he knows some, Blanca is so outgoing and talkative that I will probably catch on to the language quick, and Bea is the cutest and funniest little girl. They are fun. We will be in Pals the next five days, then we return to the city, and school starts soon. This is getting easier. Step by step, right. I love the sea!