The truth is that I’ve been my whole life studying whatever I could find related with linguistics and ancient languages. I started with classical languages (Latin & Greek) and then Indo-European Linguistics. I’ve always been fascinated by how human beings produce such an amazing thing that is a language, how we articulate it, how we develop it and make it evolve into another one. Unfortunately, my passion has never been enough to make a career out of it. Altought I got my Master’s degree, my gradings were not good enough to start a funded PhD and probably I wouldn’t have had the patience nor the strength to do it. Besides, who the hell wants to learn Latin, Greek or Indo-European? Me. Me and some friends of mine.

As a result of it all, I’ve been my entire life working in whatever I could find. I never cared about it, but it never satisfied me either. The only important thing was that I could study what I wanted and, when I finished that, my main aim was just to travel for a year. What happened after that?

All of a sudden I was in Barcelona again. With my degrees, my irregular working experience (from being a waitress to a Spanish teacher’s assistant, through private lessons, Post Office, food store, etc etc) and all my hopes and dreams if the teaching field. I would never be able to teach Latin and Greek at a University level. But hey, what about languages that I actually speak? Would I be able to demonstrate my passion for languages teaching something real?

When I was less expecting it, it happened. One day I send resumes to all language schools in Barcelona offering myself as a Spanish, Catalan and even English teacher (ok, my English is not that amazing but I could teach basic levels, couldn’t I?). The next day a small school calls me for an interview. Jorge interviews me and we get along immediately. We share the same passion, the same view about teaching, I feel like when I first got to the Leiden Summer School: where I belong. After the interview I meet my friend Iki for a beer. 10 minutes later I receive a phone call: I’m a Spanish teacher.

Laura teaching pronouns.

And so it happened. I became part of Dime Barcelona. Another Spanish school? I doubt it. Dime is way more than a Spanish school. Dime is where our students learn Spanish and spanish culture. Dime is where all the teachers share their years of experience, their energy and their passion. Dime is dancing Sevillanas, eating chocolate con churros and going to drink vermut on a Sunday morning.

Vermut in Barcelona

Chocolate con churros y melindros

The people from Dime are not my colleagues anymore, they are my friends. The more I know about them, the happier I am about having the chance to get to know them.

Christmas party at Dime (me and Raquel)

For the first time in my life I truly enjoy what I’m doing. For the first time in my life I wake up every morning thinking about what my students will learn that day.

Every other Wednesday, for example, our students can learn Sevillanas.

After so many years being the black sheep in my family, in my group of friends, studying useless languages and complaining about every single job I had, have I finally found what I want to do the rest of my life? Maybe. Probably.

And for more information, you can check either Dime’s website, or the blog or at least became a fan of their facebook page to keep track of the latest activities at the school. If you just want to gossip a bit, you can check the Dime Team too.

If anyone wonders why the hell I’m writing a post about my job, hey, ask my friends how annoying and pesimistic have I been with finding a decent job and you’ll understand how important this is for me! (this is my way to say sorry and thank you at the same time)


Probably I will always remember 2011 as the most exciting, weirdest and most surprising year of my life. I started the year as far as I could be from my hometown: in Gisbourne, New Zealand; I ended the year as close as I could be: in Barcelona, Spain.

I keep a text that I wrote the first minute of 2011 to remember that we didn’t start the year dancing Eurythmics, Ina and I went further dancing a catalan sardana while Shihad were playing.

This year I’ve been through all New Zealand, Australia, Singapore, Indonesia and I came back to Barcelona. Not bad, don’t you think? But it wasn’t only travelling, it was also growing, learning about myself and meeting all sorts of amazing people on my way.

Guys, thanks for making this year unforgettable.


#5 Fujiya & Miyagi – Knickerbocker

Vanilla. Strawberry. Hoky Poky Glory.

Singing this song, Ina and I drove more than 4000 kilometres along New Zealand. Half of it with Marty. Every single meter was worth it. Every single minute was worth it.

#4 Antònia Font – Icebergs i Guèisers

I don’t know why, but I became obsessed with this album and this song. I think it’s the most beautiful way of saying how much you miss someone. And this might have been a travelling year, but it has also been a year of missing people: the ones that I left home, the ones that I keep leaving as the trip went on. But missing is not bad, it just means that someone went through your heart. Missing people is just a sign of the amazing people I have met in my life.


#3 El Guincho – Bombay

This song is Melbourne: roast chicken, parties, dancing and realizing that nothing lasts forever, you just have to enjoy it on the meantime.


#2 George Harrison – My sweet Lord

The hippiest hippies in New Zealand were definitely us.

#1 Talking heads – This must be the place (Naive melody)

This must be the place. Not a physical place but an emotional one.


Thanks for sharing another year by my side. Wherever you were, wherever you are, Happy 2012!

A couple of weeks ago my dear friend Vin sent me a link to her own blog saying that it was a surprise for me. I opened it curious, and after reading I was like a child waiting for Christmas: I needed my present immediately! The idea seemed sooo cool!

UPDATE: Not only Vin talks about it in her blog, also The Fitzroy Flasher mentions it and Katie Jayne too in her blog. It’s all around! Who’ll be next?

Let me explain it: Vin found out about Chris and she decided that the ring should come to Spain. Ok, it doesn’t make any sense at all. Let’s start from the beginning then.

One day Chris Massey was bored in his house (or that’s my guess!) and didn’t know what to do with some rings he just made. Chris, who is doing a BA in Fine Arts at RMIT was looking for a participatory artwork, integrating it with his jewelry and ceramics practise. And he did it. How? He created 40 unique rings and gave them to friends and strangers with just one condition: they couldn’t keep the ring, they had to give them away and tell Chris where were those rings going. Cool huh? You can check more information in his facebook group: A Giving Ring.

Another day my beloved and talented Vin Knight found out about Chris’ rings. That night she had a really vivid dream with me in it. So days after she went to the Rose Market in Melbourne and she got to get one of the rings. She decided that the ring had to come with me to Spain.

A third day in this story I received the package.

a present from Australia

And what was inside? Of course the ring, which turned out to be way more beautiful than I expected. Made with sterling and ceramics is one of those rings that makes you feel unique, different, gorgeous. Problem? It’s so precious that I’m afraid of breaking it. It’s way too special for me! But on the other hand, such a beautiful ring should be seen around.

a giving ring

Vin liked the idea of “passing happiness” so much that she decided to start her own “passing” thingy. Along with the ring I received two little envelopes with the instruction that one was for me and the other one should be for someone else. God! It took me hours to decide which one I kept! Finally my mum picked up one and it was the end of the deliberation. I already wrote in this blog about Vin’s amazing art, but again, I love it. Every series that she does keeps surprising me, it’s so Vin but different from all her work at the same time! Her use of colours, textures, her love for different papers and colour lawyering. I need to frame it!

(to read more about her and to see some of her awesome creations, don’t forget to go to her blog: )

a giving postcard

That envelop definitely made my day yesterday! Isn’t the ring awesome? Maybe for me it’s all the history that has behind. But I can’t help smiling when I look at it.

I have already decided where the other little postcard is going. But so far that’s a secret. Eventually you’ll all know.

ring in Spain

The main problem when I decided that I wanted to visit small parts of my country was that everyone was working but me. Also, I couldn’t afford big trips: I wasn’t working! However, I wanted to take my dear Marty on his day off to visit my favourite spots in Catalunya (or Catalonia, as you like!). Obviously my first thought was Costa Brava, but unfortunately I can’t drive, so we had to choose a place reachable by train: Girona.

Girona! Many foreigners visiting Barcelona never think of that cozy little city! And, as you’ll see, it’s a huge mistake not visiting it.

Houses in Onyar river
crossing the river

The main attraction of Girona is its Jewish QuarterCall in Catalan -, apparently the best preserved and largest Jewish Quarter in Europe. Its beauty it’s obvious. You feel the history in the air just walking along those cobbled streets. Marty asked me if they knew how beautiful it was while they were building it. And that kept me wondering: did they know? I mean, of course it was built narrow for protection and the only thing they had were those amazing stones, but, did they realize how special was that place? We will never know. Luckily, we still can enjoy it.


Me at the Jewish Quarter

In the area it’s also nice to visit the Cathedral of Santa Maria from XIth century or the church of Sant Feliu, from the XIVth century. I can’t help it: I loooove churches! One day I’ll tell you about my obsession with religion being totally and deeply atheist.

Esglèsia de Sant Feliu

I also have to mention the Medieval Wall, from 9th and 14th century. Stunning!

Medieval wall

After the whole morning visiting this amazing city, we followed my friend Titus recommendations and we went for lunch to Hostal Coll: a classic. The average age was around 50 years old. The food was damn good! We ate a 3 course meal (including fideuá or pig cheeks) plus desert and a bottle of wine (properly mixed with soda to do a “tinto de verano“) for around 12 euros each. Awesome!

The only problem of eating so much and so good was that afterwards we couldn’t even walk. All we wanted was to have a siesta! We wandered around for a while and obviously went to have some beers. After that, train back to my town, where I had cooked some canelones for dinner, but I should talk about them another day. So much food!

All in all, a perfect sunny day in Girona!


Did you really think this blog was going to end just because I was back to my country?

Ok, I did think so. But one day I sent an e-mail to my dear friend Jai and I told him that I was pretty sad that the whole trip was over although I was looking forward to seeing every one of my friends. Jai replied a really nice email that ended with a sentence:


And guess what? He was totally right. It doesn’t matter where I am, it doesn’t matter with who I am or what I do, from now on I will always be travelling, I will always be dreaming, I will always be experiencing new things. The trip taught me that the world is not how I used to see it, everything changes depending on the glass you look through. And I’ve changed my blurry glass for a brand new one filled with hopes, dreams and amazing memories of the time I spend abroad.

Do you know my country? Probably most foreigners know it better than I do. I did describe in this blog how I saw New Zealand, Australia, New York, Cook Islands, Indonesia, so, shouldn’t I be able to do the same with my own but unknown country?

Last 11th of September I went to visit my friend Titus to Reus. 11th of September is the Catalan National Day. We commemorate our defeat during the Spanish Succession War. We commemorate a really sad thing, the loss of our freedom. But it is a reminder of who we were, who we are. I’m not a really political person, but I can’t help getting goosebumps when I hear our anthem and I think of what happened by then.

So, in that special day I went to Reus, a city located in the Tarragona province, in Catalonia. I had no expectations at all about the city, I just wanted to see my friend. But it turned out to be a pretty nice and interesting spot to visit.

Reus is famous for being the home town of Antoni Gaudí, our most famous architect. Ironically enough, there is nothing built by him in the city. However, I still got the chance to see some nice architecture like modernist Casa Navàs.

Casa Navàs by Domènech i Montaner

Or a nice church from the XVI century: Prioral de Sant Pere de Reus.

Esglèsia Prioral de Sant Pere

What surprised me most was just wandering through Reus’ little streets. Really catalan, but with a different atmosphere than the far north. It’s difficult to explain, but I could totally tell a different character in the area. It is a really beautiful city indeed!

Castells in Reus

As it was 11th of September, I got the chance to see some of the celebrations. In the area it is a tradition to build human towers, also known as “Castellers“. Although I’ve seen it hundreds of times, I still think it’s an amazing heritage.

Castells in Reus

All in all, a nice morning that ended with a delicious paella with Titus’ friends. Unfortunately I don’t have any pictures of that, but believe me, you’d be pretty jealous, so I’m making you a favour!

Catalan flag in Reus