Sunday, January 31, 2010
Barcelona Cathedral
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Bakery Heaven
Okay so I've gotten over my cravings for Krispy Kreme. The first bakery cafe we walk into, right next door to the CEA campus, is a treasure chest. Not sure I've ever seen 45 different kinds of bread in one bakery before, but I could get used to being greeted here for breakfast every morning before class.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Memorabilia in 'Mermaids'
It's a beautiful thing that people love Barcelona so much that they work in the same places forever- even if its a dinky little spanish bar below the building Yarden lived in while she was abroad. I walk in to the restaurant/bar they call "mermaids" to find the adorable Spaniard bartender Yarden and Abby fell in love with in Barcelona 2 years ago. Struggled with my Spanish, but he finally understood that I remembered him and that I'm Yar's sister, so he whips out this note out of his wallet he's been savoring onto for years as memorabilia- so cute.
Welcome to Elephant Nightclub..
So apparently the nightclubs here have human statues- normal. Obviously the silver thing was human and so we ran up to say hi on our way in. I asked if the mongrol animal situation was alive too as a joke and he said "no, its just decoration" so we took a picture with it. Flash- the beast grabs me and starts making moaning noises. You would freak too.
Hola Barcelona!
10 hours from Los Angeles to London, a cancelled flight in London, 5 hours on standby at Heathrow airport, and a 3 hour flight to Barcelona later... buenos dias in Spain and where in the world are my travel bags?
Apparently London's airport could take up an entire continent within itself so I wasn't too surprised when we arrived in Barcelona with a plane full of CEA students and all the wrong bags. Filed baggage claims and finally took the bus to Hotel Berna at 5 AM where we walk in to find a sea of CEA students walking in from their night out- typical. Bugging about the bags sitch I was lucky to find my roommates Sara and Ellen getting back from Opium nightclub to calm me down, tell me they've been having the time of their lives, and tuck me into bed with Amanda.
Slept for 12 hours and woke up at 7:30 not sure if it was AM or PM and ready to say "I'm EXHAUSTED" if it was AM. Boys we met on the plane contacted us to let us know they found our bags at the airport so we obviously convinced them to bring 7 bags back to us for 50 euros that were well worth it. We chilled in the hotel and waited, still disheveled.
Next two days are quite a blur- went out to dinner with the boys for our first meal of tappas and sangria- partied at Opium Mar- woke up to be assigned to our apartment.
Ok, kind of nervous about housing after we were told not to have "high expectations," visiting Yarden's shoebox of an apartment 2 years ago when she studied abroad, and Jenna forcing me to pack shower shoes and expect to be utterly grossed out by my apartment. We get dropped off on our street, Buenaventura Munoz, take the ele to our apartment and walk in. Nigel, our fabulously cute British landlord who totally reminds me of J. Alexander from Top Model, is sitting in the living room with a zipped up grey American Apparel hoodie, a scarf around his neck, and a motorcycle helmet on the table. 2 steps in and I freak out. Face DROPS, heart mellltttsss, and eye bulge out of my head. Nigel cracks up- "I wish I took a picture of your face, you look like you just won a million dollar makeover." Wasn't expecting a newly furnished by IKEA modern and beautiful apartment in a residential area by the water in a neighborhood I'd describe to look like Central Park in New York. The only "bad" thing I could think of was the fact that I brought bedding for a tiny twin size bed and got a spacious double- no complaints.
Apparently London's airport could take up an entire continent within itself so I wasn't too surprised when we arrived in Barcelona with a plane full of CEA students and all the wrong bags. Filed baggage claims and finally took the bus to Hotel Berna at 5 AM where we walk in to find a sea of CEA students walking in from their night out- typical. Bugging about the bags sitch I was lucky to find my roommates Sara and Ellen getting back from Opium nightclub to calm me down, tell me they've been having the time of their lives, and tuck me into bed with Amanda.
Slept for 12 hours and woke up at 7:30 not sure if it was AM or PM and ready to say "I'm EXHAUSTED" if it was AM. Boys we met on the plane contacted us to let us know they found our bags at the airport so we obviously convinced them to bring 7 bags back to us for 50 euros that were well worth it. We chilled in the hotel and waited, still disheveled.
Next two days are quite a blur- went out to dinner with the boys for our first meal of tappas and sangria- partied at Opium Mar- woke up to be assigned to our apartment.
Ok, kind of nervous about housing after we were told not to have "high expectations," visiting Yarden's shoebox of an apartment 2 years ago when she studied abroad, and Jenna forcing me to pack shower shoes and expect to be utterly grossed out by my apartment. We get dropped off on our street, Buenaventura Munoz, take the ele to our apartment and walk in. Nigel, our fabulously cute British landlord who totally reminds me of J. Alexander from Top Model, is sitting in the living room with a zipped up grey American Apparel hoodie, a scarf around his neck, and a motorcycle helmet on the table. 2 steps in and I freak out. Face DROPS, heart mellltttsss, and eye bulge out of my head. Nigel cracks up- "I wish I took a picture of your face, you look like you just won a million dollar makeover." Wasn't expecting a newly furnished by IKEA modern and beautiful apartment in a residential area by the water in a neighborhood I'd describe to look like Central Park in New York. The only "bad" thing I could think of was the fact that I brought bedding for a tiny twin size bed and got a spacious double- no complaints.
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