Escole & hopsitalet

My Catalan family here is hilarious. Kristina is hyperactive at home, but one wouldn't recognize her at school. She was so well-behaved and timid in class, even though I had said hello. Joan is calm for a 9 year-old boy and similar in disposition to his older cousin Andreu, but the oldest cousin, Adriá, is supposedly more like Kristina. Kristina said yesterday that I'm like part of the family and we have a mutual trust. It was quite sweet and made my day. Being part of the family does mean that she is comfortable to be her crazy self around me.
So I rolled my ankle two blocks or so from the house on my first attempt of a run here in Malgrat. I didn't even make it to the beach and came limping back to the house. Adriá, my flatmate, is a physical therapist so had looked at it a few times for me, but after it did not improve despite icing, rest and ibuprofen, he said to go to the hospital for an X-ray. So I called my insurance company about places to go and they said they would call me with a place where I could go. A few hours later someone called me and said a taxi would be on it's way to take me to the Creu Groc, or Yellow Cross instead of Red. I was somewhat stunned and asked if I would be paying and they said I wouldn't have to pay for anything. So Paquita, the mother of the house, went with me and told me that it was quite quick. They poked my ankle, took an X-ray, and then concluded it was just a ligament and wrapped me up tight. After 5 days I will have to return to the hospital to have my "bandage" or temporary cast taken off. I can't get it wet, so will have to shower with a bag on my foot. I'm about to go experiment with that before heading to work for the day, but last night was just bizarre. It was such a change in attention from the temporary travel insurance I had in Euskadi to front door taxi service. Then we were laughing about it and some other funny word things in the kitchen and I accidentally closed us in, because the kitchen door locks from the outside. Una pasada!
I am just observing at the school and am a little anxious to start with the little ones next week, as the reigns are quite loose and there isn't really any certain material I have to use. The classes are all over 20 students and full of excited rambunctious children as well as quiet timid ones, but who all love to say "Hello" to me when they see me, with a big wave.