Mangowhelmed!

I know I'm still talking about this mango. But it was truly something incredible to see. I don't think I can explain how large it was, and the pictures are all making it seem smaller than it was. I couldn't even finish it, not that I didn't give it a good effort. You know you are truly eating a big mango, when people keep stopping by your table in awe to watch you eat it, only saying, "Whoa, that's a big mango..." before walking away dazed. Beyond my awesome mangoness, I also went to the last couple artistic buildings in the area that I had meant to see.
However, the best part of my day was yet to come. I had resigned myself to the fact that I would not be seeing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I until mid December. I was upset about this, but it was how it was going to be. And then this morning, the Australian gal, Lucy, in my room, mentioned she had heard there was supposedly a theater in Barcelona which played English movies, in English. I told her if there was one, I would find it. And find it I did. V.O., or version originale, movies were played regularly at one particular theater. So we hoofed it down eagerly. We were like little kids really. Straight on in, and we were watching the movie half an hour later.Best HP yet. It was so good, I can't even tell you. I laughed, I cried, I cringed in horror (Emma Watson can give one mighty tortured scream). Lucy and I were both so excited about the entire thing, that we couldn't stop talking on the way back. I was especially glad with how far into the book they went. Much further than I had expected, which mean more time for what better be an amazing final battle.
The funniest part of the whole thing was that we were a little nervous that we had read the info online wrong while standing in line. But I heard the two girls behind us speaking English, so I double checked with them. We got to talking. Guess where they are from? Spokane, WA. One of them graduated from Mead in '08 and knows the Marcums (Lisa Marcum was by piano teacher for about 11 years). The world is sure a small place sometimes.
Anyway, I'm going to go get packed. I leave bright and early for Nice tomorrow, and I am ready to get back to France. Barcelona is beautiful, but not the cleanest place ever. I could definitely do without some of the smells. And I am really looking forward to some more French food. So adios once more!