June 12 Update

So here's the finish of the wallet and debit card story...Tuesday I finally call FedEx here in Spain who has to locate my package and THEN needs to figure out if the truckers have blocked that road. A few hours later, they call me and give me the name and address to the warehouse where my package is...just outside Barcelona. After much ado, I figure that after my lecture class that goes from 3-5pm, I'll hitch a cab with my buddy Bloom and head out there to pick this thing up. Unfortunately, because it's 17KM each way, it's going to be a heafty cab fare. But it's a price to pay for the ability to access my money. We hail a cab, just on Las Ramblas, outside Placa Reial and in broken spanish tell him where we want to go and that he's going to take us there and back.

On the way out there, we get to see a lot of beautiful sights that we hadn't a chance to see yet. We headed on the freeway past the airport towards the mountains. Finally, we find the warehouse after many weird twists, turns, and driving through the parking lots. I tell the guy that I'm going to run in really quickly. I head to the door, but it's locked. At this point I start to freak cause I was told that they were open til 7. I check to see if there's another door. I head to the left and start to take a jog around this rather large warehouse. AND I keep running around it. After I return run around 3 sides of the building, I turn the corner to the original side, but see a new door. I ring the buzzer. A lady comes to the door. After 5 minutes of saying "Fed EX" she directs me back in the direction of the original door. however in the middle of that wall is ANOTHER door that I enter and tell the girl at the desk I need to pick up a FedEx package with my tracking number. She types it in her computer and says she can't find that number. GREAT! She tries again...Nothing. I call Fed EX in a panic again. They give me another tracking number that the girl behind the desk says "perfect" to. A few minutes later, a guy comes aroudn the corner with my package. I head back to the cab, who by this time has been sitting there for atleast 15 minutes. We head back to the city!

I'm not sure if it was the releif of having my wallet, the beautiful sight of being trapped between a mountain on my left, and the sea on my right, or the cd that the cabbie was blasting, but I just took a step back and found myself enjoying the trip. Stuck in traffic, nestled between Montjuic and the port, i found myself starting to smile, thinking about how weird this story has become. But alas, it was finally over. I could start relaxing again.

Wednesday morning, I woke up and came into studio to get some work done. The boys and I took the usual break at about 12:00 to head to the beach for an hour. Just laying there, feeling the sun tan (burn) my skin, and listening to the waves breaking, crashing into the sandy beaches, I was able to get my mind off of studio, the wallet debacle, and almost everything else.

On my way back into studio, I was talking to Neil, when I realized that we had review Thursday and Friday...OH BOY! Of course I start working throughout studio on a new model, and meet with Adrian, who again throws me for another loop...and on top of it, I was picked to present Thursday (less than 24 hours). Dinner came, I went to the market, and cooked up some pasta, while watching th Switzerland and Turkey's first half Eurocup 08 match. I came back to studio and started on another model. Justin was just getting home from work, so we chatted on skype for a few minutes, using the video chat. I finally cranked out that model by 2:30 or 3 AM. We all decided to leave and come back to finish it up in the morning.

I arrived in studio this morning, finished the lat touches on the last model and threw together a power point presentation for this review. Now, i'm just writing and uploading pictures of Mark and my apartment. Enjoy!

View from foyer into living room
Living room
Kitchen

Living room from the kitchen

View out the sliding door to our patio