Sun, sea and sandals

Three days into our hols in Barcelona and Sylvia has got the hang of adios and gracias, making her the most fluent of us all.

The apartment is very nice, in a maze of old streets right by the beach. Sylvia was a little confused: why is the holiday house so small? Why is there no food in the holiday house? Why is Marta (our contact)not staying in the house.

Sylvia loves the beach, and spends most of the time running in and out of the waves screaming that special scream only kids can do. She likes splashing mum and dad too and does it with a delicious cheeky look.

We ate out last night and Sylvia loved the prawns even though they came in the shells with eyes and all. And she liked the black rice, Paella cooked in squid ink.

Off to the zoo today I think.