On a jet plane. No, not really, actually. Sevilla is over which is sad, because I feel like I hardly knew her, but I guess thats what 5 weeks feels like. 1 to get used to it, 3 to keep doing the routine thing and then 1 to try and cram all the shit in u didnt do the first 4 weeks.
It sorta sucks, but I am definitely excited about getting out to Paris and seeing Roma, which should sweet.
Let´s see, its been a while since I´ve updated....since Barça I´ve been doing my best to stay busy and go hard every day cuz we only got like 4 left. Saturday we go to Córdoba and then on Sunday morning Papá invited us to the Mormon church with him, so that should be interesting. So far, I´ve gotten back from Barcelona, and saw a corrida de toros, which was very interesting and bloody.
6 bulls are killed by 3 sorta novicetype matadors, which takes about 20 minutes each. Amazingly enough, the nosebleed tix we bought werent actually nosebleeds so we had a great view of all it.
This week andre and I made a conscious decision to walk back each day for lunch since we havent this entire trip aside from like 3-5 times. Its been a great revelation even though we ended up deciding to finally do it at the exact time global warming starts fucking up Sevilla and the temp is like 99 degrees all the time.
literally, leaving the house provides a natural wetness that only underwears are privy to. its absurd how wet i am after a nice 30 minute walk somewhere. but somehow, its all worth it and i just wish we had done it more often.
well u live and u learn. so now, its forward and onward and to infinity and beyond, meaning paris avignon with the AAA and then roma afterwards. Should be a good time and im looking forward to it.
I wish I had taken more advantage of being in España and met more people. I am definitely going to go out the rest of this week and play my hand at the discos.
If tiphanie can, so can I.
Hasta luego, tias y tios.
Showing posts with label barcelona. Show all posts
Showing posts with label barcelona. Show all posts
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Barcelona
Well this computer is some language I dont understand, probly Dutch or some eastern european one, because i was just told to logga in, which i dont understand, but it got me here to write on my blog.
the past few days have been like a bruce willis movie, fuckign non stop.
the flight to barca was fine, its jsut the sightseeing thats killing me. its nice to get my feet off the pavement, but im also glad because i saw shit without being a lazy asshole as usual.
ive got some good stories including the hostel and the nightlife here in barcelona, but id rather share it later or in person.
the hostel is not bad, we only paid around 60 euros for 3 nights, which is sweet, but i wishe we were at hello bcn, where the atmosphere is much cooler. this ones much more laid back and less organized but its not too bad. this is probly like the 5th time ive paid for internet, and i finally learned to buy 1 hr at a time instead of the short ass 30 mins, which usually only feels like 15.
anyway we did so much crap in barca. the city is really amazing, actually. i finally understand what people mean when they say they fall in love with a city. i guess thats not true, because i finally fell in love with gville, too, but it was more like an ugly girl whose personality wins u over at the end, so barcas more like the hott girl who u immediately see and are like, wow, and realize at the end, that shes sorta annoying and ridiculous but u still love her bc shes freaking sweet.
the amount of artwork and architecture thats crammed into a block is immense. its like gaudi shat all over the city and thats a wonderful thing, not in the least negative. id have to say parc guell was my favorite sight, mainly because a lot of work went into getting there and it was just very chill and relaxing, especially the marble breezeway.
if i had known barca had manmade beaches, i would have brought my trunks, but wed have been too tired to go anyway, id say.
i got to try crema catalana today, too, which was really good, as the rest of the group can attest to. especially jlo, she loved that shit. now time for a siesta because we have a killer 630 flight to catch back to sevilla. and then hopefully a bullfight on sunday.
hasta luego, dawgs.
the past few days have been like a bruce willis movie, fuckign non stop.
the flight to barca was fine, its jsut the sightseeing thats killing me. its nice to get my feet off the pavement, but im also glad because i saw shit without being a lazy asshole as usual.
ive got some good stories including the hostel and the nightlife here in barcelona, but id rather share it later or in person.
the hostel is not bad, we only paid around 60 euros for 3 nights, which is sweet, but i wishe we were at hello bcn, where the atmosphere is much cooler. this ones much more laid back and less organized but its not too bad. this is probly like the 5th time ive paid for internet, and i finally learned to buy 1 hr at a time instead of the short ass 30 mins, which usually only feels like 15.
anyway we did so much crap in barca. the city is really amazing, actually. i finally understand what people mean when they say they fall in love with a city. i guess thats not true, because i finally fell in love with gville, too, but it was more like an ugly girl whose personality wins u over at the end, so barcas more like the hott girl who u immediately see and are like, wow, and realize at the end, that shes sorta annoying and ridiculous but u still love her bc shes freaking sweet.
the amount of artwork and architecture thats crammed into a block is immense. its like gaudi shat all over the city and thats a wonderful thing, not in the least negative. id have to say parc guell was my favorite sight, mainly because a lot of work went into getting there and it was just very chill and relaxing, especially the marble breezeway.
if i had known barca had manmade beaches, i would have brought my trunks, but wed have been too tired to go anyway, id say.
i got to try crema catalana today, too, which was really good, as the rest of the group can attest to. especially jlo, she loved that shit. now time for a siesta because we have a killer 630 flight to catch back to sevilla. and then hopefully a bullfight on sunday.
hasta luego, dawgs.
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