from Canada.â Laia shook her head in wonder. âThey were the same age as us and they were in a war. Perhaps young people grew up more quickly in those days.â
âI guess they had to,â I said. âAnd I thought coming here on my own to look for Grandfatherâs things was a big adventure.â
âIs this what he wished you to find?â
âI think so.â
âGood, but I do not think you should read the whole journal right now. I know some things that might help you understand better, and I have an idea.â Laia glanced up at a large clock across from us. âBut we have been here a long time. Do you like pizza?â
âYes,â I said, surprised by the sudden change in topic.
âGood,â Laia said. âI know a place on the Ramblas that will interest you.â She stood up. âShall we go?â
âSure,â I replied, standing. I looked at the clock. It was after eleven and I had eaten only the pastry since yesterday. âPizza sounds awesome.â
Laia smiled. âOn the way, I shall show you some history.â
âYou speak very good English,â I said as we walked along narrow streets between ancient buildings that seemed to be reaching above us to block out the narrow strip of blue sky.
âThank you. Maria spoke a little Englishâperhaps she learned from your grandfatherâand she taught me when I was small. My mother insisted I take English in school. She said it was the language of the computer, the Internet, and that speaking it would open up more opportunities for me. I spent a summer in England and an English boy spent a summer with us, so I had plenty of practice. And I love languages. I speak Spanish, Catalan, English, some French, even a little bit of Latin, but I donât get to use that much.â
I felt completely overwhelmedâand impressed. The few Spanish words and phrases I had learned for this trip had been a struggle. I couldnât imagine learning three languages. Something Laia had said gave me the chance to change the topic. âWhere are your mom and dad? You donât live alone, do you?â
âNo, I donât,â Laia said with a grin. âI live with my mother, but she is away just now helping my grandmother. Grandfather hasââLaiaâs brow furrowed as she searched for the right wordââa confusion of the brain.â
âAlzheimerâs,â I volunteered.
âYes, thatâs what itâs called. He cannot live at home anymore, so he must go into a home. My mother and my grandmother are moving him this week. I was going to help, but I stayed because you were coming.â
âThank you,â I said, feeling ridiculously happy that she had. âIs your dad helping as well?â
âMy parents separated when I was five years old.â
âIâm sorry,â I said, feeling stupid.
âNo need,â Laia said. âMother says that she married my father too young. They were not well matched and it took some years, and my arrival, I think, for them to see that. He lives in Sevilla. I visit him sometimes, and he sends me presents at Christmas and on my birthday.â
The street we were on abruptly opened out into a small treed square with an ornamental fountain in the center. It was empty apart from a group of small boys kicking around a soccer ball in front of an ornate doorway. The walls on either side of the doorway were heavily chipped and pitted. Even with the noise of the boys, the square exuded a sense of peace and quiet after the bustle of the narrow streets we had been walking along.
âThis is cool,â I said.
âItâs your first history lesson,â Laia explained, walking over and sitting on the rim of the fountain. Water ran over the lip of a raised stone bowl and splashed into a green-and-white-tiled basin. âThis is Plaça de Sant Felip Neri . It is very old.â
âAnd peaceful, even
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