August 25-30.
August 25.
So now for the entry that
My time as an au pair had come to an end, as school was starting for the kiddos at the end of August, and I think the family was getting kind of sick of me in the end anyway. I'm not good with kids, and I didn't speak enough English with them as was expected, and even though I did leave on good terms (I believe), it's not an experience I'd go into again. It was a great learning experience, and it did teach me patience and how to be a better guest, but I'm just not cut out for those kinds of environments.
Anyway, the family dropped me off at the train station in Castellón, where there were some tears on the kiddos' parts (which I'll admit was really nice, because they were sweet kids and the family was definitely one of the better ones I could have been with). I bought my tickets to Barcelona, where I had booked a hotel for four nights right by the Estació de Sants.
If you're not familiar with Barcelona, there are two main train stations: Sants and França. França is generally the one geared toward European destinations and Sants toward domestic/Spanish ones. I've never actually been to França, which says a lot about how I travel, but what can you do. [I should mention there's another train station, Catalunya, right underneath the Plaça de Catalunya, but it's for regional trains within Catalunya, and I've been through that station; when I went up to Terrassa in 2010.]
