It finally dawned on me why being surrounded entirely by Catalan feels so weird to me. I didn't expect it to be weird because I've been to non-Barcelona parts of Catalunya before -- this wasn't really supposed to be all that new. But what I just realized is that all my other adventures in Catalunya happened in my first few months of moving here the first time I lived here, when I spoke so little Spanish that I could barely distinguish between it and Catalan. Non-Barcelona Catalunya didn't seem that different then because I was used to not understanding much of anything ever; I probably didn't even realize I'd gone from hearing mostly Spanish to hearing mostly all Catalan.
So, there was a time when I couldn't distinguish between Spanish and Catalan and now I can. It doesn't say a whole lot, but my little world makes a tiny bit more sense to me, anyway.
Also, the little mountain town is full of nice dogs. That is all.
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