Okay, so now I’ll try and catch you up on all the rest of everything else (aren’t I good at constructing sentences?).
So after Mom’s visit it was Dane’s turn. Dane is one of my most favorite people from school, as well as my Mom’s. But before Dane came it was St. Patrick’s Day!!!!!! I didn’t do too much aside from cover myself with the tattoos from my Grandparents and glitter clovers from the Police Department; I looked quite the sassy lass—or just weird. We got ready in all our green glory, I went with the later group, deciding to pass on the pub crawl, and went to a pub called George Pain/Pane/Paine (idk how to spell it). My gooooosh it was so crowded, Aneka and I decided to leave and I was bumped so hard I got splinters in my arm from being rammed into counter, YOWCH! I finally dragged myself to a Pharmacist on Thursday when the wounds started to look more like aliens had infiltrated my body, no lie. But YAY, DANE CAME. He got here Thursday afternoon and I was under strict instructions to act ‘normal’, as in not be overly hostessy.
That night we went to George Paine for some beers, can you tell I like that place. By the end of the evening we had decided to steel some of their ambiance…they have a wall lined with old looking books for some old world UK charm I guess. Ironically the book we took was Alcohol and the State, go figure. Now PD, don’t judge me…I was merely taking advantage of a situation to remember a glorious evening. Friday was beach day. The weather was amazing so we hauled to the beach with a packed lunch, bathing suits and all. Nice and relaxing aside from the nudity, middle easterners selling you drugs and fanta, and pda (public displays of affection). Next Day was tour day; we did my big walk around Born, Barri Gotic, and La Rambla and up to Plaza Catalunya. Then we had churros and chocolate in the late afternoon. Dane treated me to dinner that night, as in cooked some delish treats in my ‘kitchen’. We laid low that night and on Sunday we hit up the park for a bit after the walk, it was a little bit hippie for Dane, but totally Barcelona culture.
Then it was time for the futbol game!!!!!!!!!!! Barca v. Malaga and we nailed them, 6-0!!!! Holla. Our tickets cost 30 euro and we sat in the farthest back row of the farthest back tier, but it was awesome. There was a guy that had this toy microphone thing that he kept yelling chants into. What a trooper, and a group of older men in front of us to the right who rejoiced with every goal as if the 3rd, 4th, 5th,and then 6th world wars had ended. This is just another part of not just Spanish culture, but European culture. They love football. L-O-V-E. Refrigerators, office chairs, clothes, underwear, cell phone covers… it isn’t that different form the commercialization of sports in the United States, but I think it goes a bit further. Then, Dane left me at five am on Monday morning and the two weeks of hell began. I had four projects and a ten pages paper to do, all of which I had done little four aside from hunt down a few sources. I work my toosh off to get a good solid outline on my paper and one of the projects done by the weekend. But I will say that that weekend was one of the best I have had in Barcelona. I spent the whole weekend with Laurel, a girl in two of my classes from Chicago. Friday night she came over and got ready with me and we went to a club called opium, SO MUCH FUN, it was an all night dance party and meeting interesting (to say the least) people, then to top it off we got those delicious fried my sister fell in love with on the way home. Fatty’s delight. Saturday, I finished up my paper and then Laurel and I commenced the gourmet meal we had planned. It was quite the feast. You see Laurel has an oven in the communal kitchen in her residencia, and I was going to take advantage of it. We had salmon, bread and cheese with avocado, rice and corn, and some delicious
saucy thing- I have no idea what it was. That night we went out with some girls on her floor, despite how pooped we were from all the work. We went to a house ‘party’, as in the six of us and, get this…. real life Spaniards!!!!! They were a bit shy at first, but they relaxed as soon as I freaked them out with my Shakira rendition, then we had a dance/sing party while one them played the bongos, how cool. I was dubbed Shakira the rest of the night, and I was totally okay with it. We went to a fun small club, Costa Breve, with them for a bit. But Laurel and I had fully crashed and headed back to her place where I slept (she has a queen size bed!!!!!). We fell asleep to Dirty Dancing 2:Havana Nights (don’t judge us) with piles of bread on the bed. Then I had to face reality the next day and do all the rest of my projects. But finally came Thursday (my Friday) and guess what that meant, time for ROMA!!Más luego queridos, xx
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