So I already thought that the people who work at the cafe next to my school, think I am insane. For the following reasons:
1. I drink large quantities of espresso. Not just one but sometimes two or three very large cups a day...
2. I order a treat everyday, although they actually probably love me for this.
3. I am a freak of nature because I take pictures of the desserts and flowers and drinks everytime I am there.
But now... now that I am knitting while eating the pastries that I took a picture of while sipping on a cafe con leche, oh now they must think I am really insane. They must be confused on my age, and think that I am an eighty year old trapped inside a twenty year olds body. And to be honest, I dont beg to differ with that.
I knew I would be doing many different things while abroad in Barcelona, but learning to knit, surely wasn't one of them. But I am glad I learned, because no activity fits my 9pm curfew personality better.
Thank you staff at Marti for supplying me with a plethora of treats and coffee, and for not judging me while I knit