Views from the 11th Floor Apartment I'm staying on and other matters

There was one thing I didn't mention in my La Salle Comtal post, and that is the bizarre brotherhood they have going on at the school. I don't no how I forgot such a striking and utterly bizarre piece of trivia, but there you go.
     The school has four "brothers", who are some sort of modern incarnation of Christian missionaries. And these lot really are missionaries! I talked to one brother, whose name I can't recall, over lunch and he was telling me how he hadn't long been back from the Ivory Coast, where he'd spent 17 years working at a technical school of some sort. The man is 82 now, and spends his lunch either gorging on the free red wine they always have available or trying to thrust it on me! Sometimes of course I relinquish. The elder brothers are very punctual to lunch, enjoying the food and as always the red wine which they keep fridge-cold. They then add sugary sparkling water to the wine to thin it out, apart from Mr. Ivory Coast who chucks it back as if it was cough medicine and he was suffering with a bout of whooping cough so severe you'd think he'd picked it up in Africa... Oh wait...
     Anyway, there is a younger brother who is also a teacher. I don't know how sacrilegious it is to be on Facebook - probably not at all actually; OK to rephrase - how against the rules of the Christian monk society or whatever it is that these lot belong to, to be part of facebook, but, Brother Jabi is on the old fb nevertheless. I'm now friends with him.
And just to complete this mumble-jumble-Christian-alcoholics-fairytale-adventure, some new Mexican monk comes swinging into town midway through last week. I'm picturing Dr. Gonzo from Fear and Loathing; apparently he's back from a prolonged stay in Mexico and he just wants to get down and groovy in Barcelona now. I'm yet to meet him but all the same, he sounds like a fascinating character.
And just when you think I've exhausted the monk story, I've got another punch to swing; apparently there's some other monk who was meant to be back at the school this week but apparently he's having too good a time living it up in the Balearic Islands - no doubt doing shed-loads of Ecstasy with the other ravers in Ibiza - and so he isn't coming back. Oh, and I forgot to mention, the monks live in the school - day and night.

Right, now I'm going to illuminate your frazzled minds after the crazy-messed-up monk story, I'm sure your much in need of some tranquil pictures, so here we have some general ones I've taken out and about in Barcelona. The ones of the views from high up are from the balcony of my apartment!

Enjoy,