A while ago, I think we told some people that we would try to post more often. Clearly, we've failed so far. Here's a little something from regular old life in Spain. No fancy onions or Superbowl fiestas. It's about noises.

If you had been sitting where I've been all day - working at my desk in the apartment, here's what you would have heard:

• The woman downstairs yelling at her husband in Catalan,
  
• Hammering. So much hammering. They're rehabbing the apartment next door,
  
• Or maybe above us. They are now doing something that sounds like pouring nails all over the floor,
  
• A toy car, belonging to the baby in 5-2, that played "London Bridge," over and over, for half an hour,
  
• Thai music, and some chatting, also in Thai, from downstairs,
  
• The elevator opening, closing, starting to move, stopping, opening, closing. Each of these steps, quiet in a modern elevator, is very noisy here in this building,
  
• Drilling, also,
  
• Chairs, constantly moving around,
  
• A machine I cannot identify. It might be to cut into the plaster to install new wiring,
  
• Bells,
  
• Recess at the Colegi Sagrat Cor, across the street. This school looks like the freaking Taj Mahal compared to schools at home,
  
• and they're still hammering.