As every year we went to the Christmas market at the Cathedral and buy our lovely Christmas tree. Later on we went to the Boqueria market to have some lunch. I was told to wait and hold the fort namely the table and guard the bottle of wine. That is like putting a child alone in a room with lots of chocolate and telling it not to eat it.
After running some errands in the evening we Christmas elves made and wrapped our presents. 
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Don't ever change yourself to impress someone, cause they should be impressed that you don't change to please others -- When you are going through something hard and wonder where God is, always remember that the teacher is always quiet during a test --- Unknown
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Every day could be a sunday.
Every day could be a sunday.
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