We have arrived at Manresa, after a longish drive from Valencia. Poor Ian is still suffering a bad jet-lag, and Amaya is still not convinced about my very clear arguments regarding Valencian and Catalan. She will give in before Friday, and it's actually true she's learning Catalan... she's asking all of us to speak Catalan with her. We have already met Guillem and Robert at the University, as well as Aleix Badia, the restless Catalan translator in our team. Guillem and Robert have gone to the airport to pick up tbm, who should be here soon, and then we'll go to the youth hostal and have some dinner. Sergio and I are trying to quickly finish up our talk and workshop for tomorrow. I hope I'll manage to finish it on time...

Once again, I couldn't ressist taking my training shoes with me, even if I know the chances of me going out to run for a while are minimal. tbm will want to make fun of this... again.

Update: Sergio stole my title. And Amaya is using Windows XP.