Lost and Found

Inside the interior of the dance studio, which is also modest as the façade, has many people circulating and smiling. Men, women and children are milling about, either in their ballet clothes and ballet shoes, or just tap shoes or simple gym clothes.

I head towards the door with the sign above "administració". I wait in what looks like a small queue and stare at the brochures about Barcelona's sights. What most catches my attention is the church of the Granada Familia. How can I not have a closer look at this wonder? I need to make sure exactly where it is and be sure to visit. And it would make a good article for my blog.

The girl who comes to talk to me is a descendant of... What? Japanese? Chinese? Korean? Oh, I don't know, I can only say that she is all-smiles and her eyelids are close together enough that I wonder if she sees me. She is a few centimetres shorter than me, with short, straight black hair and seems my age or close to it. It’s hard to understand what she says in Cata