So I used to do yoga in high school and continued through college on my own with DVDs and yes - videos. But I was never disciplined with practicing, and somehow I'd like to change that. So I've decided to volunteer at a Yoga studio in NYC. Yes...I did say volunteer. Meaning I work for free, but get free yoga classes in exchange. Yesterday was my first stay and it was a startlingly jarring experience because it was nothing like I expected. It's a cute little studio in a trendy neighborhood, but I found it through a posting on Craiglist. When I responded looking for more information, I was greeted with a "Great! When can you start?" in my inbox...not quite what I was looking for but thought, oh heck let's for it, and I showed up Thursday afternoon. I thought it was going to be just a meet-and-greet, but I met a young girl named B who just threw me right in. It was only a two hour shift so I just learned how to sign people in (which I forsee being something that's going to give me major headaches in the future) and clean. Oh yea. I felt like I was back in high school working at a local ice cream shop where all I did was clean, clean, clean in between serving customers. But it's a pretty easy gig, and everyone seems delightful so far, but there inability to understand my bewilderment was confusing in and of itself. You see, I had zero information going in, so I was more or less expecting an interview, schedule discussion and job duties description. Instead I became a bonafide employee upon entering the door and within days I will be opening the store myself...after only 4 hours of training.
I arrived again today and did the exact same thing. I don't even like cleaning my own apartment for free, and now I'm doing it at a yoga studio. But I'm chalking it up to to a valued experience where I'm bound to meet characters galore...and it's something to do with my time when I'm not at my real job and it's FREE YOGA, in NYC. amazeballs. Updates to come.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Mr. Big Dog Juan
Oh Punta Cana. It's hard to write about all the laughs and memories but we really did have a great time. On one of the last nights we went to the Michael Jacson show. No that's not a typo. The MJ impersonator was dead-on, Michael might as well have been up on stage dancing himself. He mimicked all the dance moves perfectly. That night or maybe after the star show there was a pool-side fiesta and Liz competed in cocktail-making and-shaking contest- she should've won!!
The next night we met the Venezuelan boys. They were very funny. I met them while ordering my sangria. Juan fell in "love" with Kristin and from there it was mayhem. At the end of the night Andres, Juan, and Alejandro ended up in Liz and Jackie's room, and Andres snuggled himself right in with Katie and Katie. They lied about their age and girlfriends all night, but what did we care? The words Besos! Besos! were thrown around. And finally I kept telling Andres he was a big pero...which is how they say trouble. but Andres said no, Juan is the dog! "Mr. Big Dog Juan!" You had to be there but we didn't stop laughing all night. Of course I fell for the little one who spoke no English - Jon.
The next day we boarded a plane back for NYC. We landed in yucky, cold, gross, foggy weather. I only got a sunburn on my feet and parts of my legs, so for me it was a success! But I've got many more freckles - it's part of the sun deal.
So to recap....lots of sun and warm weather, a beautiful beach, a swim-up bar, lots of dancing and merengue. Mojitos, vodka limonadas, pina coladas, rum and cokes, sangria. I learned Spanish, I met cute boys, and I swam and snorkeled and drank great coffee. but now i'm back to reality! blech!
The next night we met the Venezuelan boys. They were very funny. I met them while ordering my sangria. Juan fell in "love" with Kristin and from there it was mayhem. At the end of the night Andres, Juan, and Alejandro ended up in Liz and Jackie's room, and Andres snuggled himself right in with Katie and Katie. They lied about their age and girlfriends all night, but what did we care? The words Besos! Besos! were thrown around. And finally I kept telling Andres he was a big pero...which is how they say trouble. but Andres said no, Juan is the dog! "Mr. Big Dog Juan!" You had to be there but we didn't stop laughing all night. Of course I fell for the little one who spoke no English - Jon.
The next day we boarded a plane back for NYC. We landed in yucky, cold, gross, foggy weather. I only got a sunburn on my feet and parts of my legs, so for me it was a success! But I've got many more freckles - it's part of the sun deal.
So to recap....lots of sun and warm weather, a beautiful beach, a swim-up bar, lots of dancing and merengue. Mojitos, vodka limonadas, pina coladas, rum and cokes, sangria. I learned Spanish, I met cute boys, and I swam and snorkeled and drank great coffee. but now i'm back to reality! blech!
Yo habla espanol
Okay I speak no Spanish....very limited, but my friends speak it well so I was struggling. Half the resort was from Spain or some Spanish-speaking nation. The next day was also spent on the beach. It's amazing how much you miss the smell of the ocean....the salt in the air, the sand, the coconuts, the palm trees. The sound of waves crashing on the shore and that ever-present breeze that prevents the blaring sun from becoming too hot. I'm a pale Irish girl, so that sun was brutal - gotta love Neutrogena SPF 45.
We swam in the crystal clear blue water which was a feat for me. I have issues with water, mostly because of marine creatures. I'm terrified of alligators and sharks, and I become extremly nervous if I have to swim in what I call dark water - usually caused by vegetation on the bottom. But I sucked it up and swam to the edge of the dark water which meant I was probably in 20 feet deep water. Or 10 - who knows I could be exaggerating.
I just loved the view. Palm trees, rainbow sails adrift in the distance, yellow kayaks and banana boats, parasailing trips careening past. Gorgeous and tan European men...minus the fat ones in their speedos.
Friday was mostly a day of relaxing. Saturday we went on a day tour of the Dominican Republic - it was incredibly eye-opening. Our guide Jose took us to a plantation to show us a real farm, and we got to taste a real cocoa bean...it's white and slimey and kind of tastes like a sour fruit. We then tasted fresh and real coffee and they amde us fresh hot chocolate. It was just really cool. The best part was watching the local little boys play baseball because you know at least one of them will be an MLB star someday. Then Jose made us rum and cokes by throwing and spinning the bottle, and took us to another little shop/farm. They call the ride a 'dominican massage' because its so bumpy, and boy was that true! But I was content sitting in the sun with my ron and coke. At the next farm they weaved us baskets and we bought jewelry and art pieces and some mamajuana. It's an aphrodesiac. Last stop was this gorgeous gorgeous beach. The sand was almost pure white and so soft. Packs of wild dogs were roaming the beach - that was a little creepy.
When we returned Aileen and I decided to rent some snorkel equipment and check out the water. Without meaning to we stumbled on a coral reef and it was so beautiful. It was like peaking in on the real Finding Nemo! All kinds of colored fish with different shape fins and noses swam below us and along us. The coral was so many colors and there were all kinds of urchins and anenomes. We absolutely blown away by this complete universe of life going on below us. But I'm a bit of a freak and kept giving myself minor panic attacks, waiting for a baracuda or shark to swim up!
That night we attended the Star Show...this great great talent show with many of the resort staff dancing to disco classics. You would have thought we were at a show for a gay cruise, meanwhile half the vacationers were 45 and up European couples. The dancing and lip-synching was so much fun though, I got a real kick out of it!
We swam in the crystal clear blue water which was a feat for me. I have issues with water, mostly because of marine creatures. I'm terrified of alligators and sharks, and I become extremly nervous if I have to swim in what I call dark water - usually caused by vegetation on the bottom. But I sucked it up and swam to the edge of the dark water which meant I was probably in 20 feet deep water. Or 10 - who knows I could be exaggerating.
I just loved the view. Palm trees, rainbow sails adrift in the distance, yellow kayaks and banana boats, parasailing trips careening past. Gorgeous and tan European men...minus the fat ones in their speedos.
Friday was mostly a day of relaxing. Saturday we went on a day tour of the Dominican Republic - it was incredibly eye-opening. Our guide Jose took us to a plantation to show us a real farm, and we got to taste a real cocoa bean...it's white and slimey and kind of tastes like a sour fruit. We then tasted fresh and real coffee and they amde us fresh hot chocolate. It was just really cool. The best part was watching the local little boys play baseball because you know at least one of them will be an MLB star someday. Then Jose made us rum and cokes by throwing and spinning the bottle, and took us to another little shop/farm. They call the ride a 'dominican massage' because its so bumpy, and boy was that true! But I was content sitting in the sun with my ron and coke. At the next farm they weaved us baskets and we bought jewelry and art pieces and some mamajuana. It's an aphrodesiac. Last stop was this gorgeous gorgeous beach. The sand was almost pure white and so soft. Packs of wild dogs were roaming the beach - that was a little creepy.
When we returned Aileen and I decided to rent some snorkel equipment and check out the water. Without meaning to we stumbled on a coral reef and it was so beautiful. It was like peaking in on the real Finding Nemo! All kinds of colored fish with different shape fins and noses swam below us and along us. The coral was so many colors and there were all kinds of urchins and anenomes. We absolutely blown away by this complete universe of life going on below us. But I'm a bit of a freak and kept giving myself minor panic attacks, waiting for a baracuda or shark to swim up!
That night we attended the Star Show...this great great talent show with many of the resort staff dancing to disco classics. You would have thought we were at a show for a gay cruise, meanwhile half the vacationers were 45 and up European couples. The dancing and lip-synching was so much fun though, I got a real kick out of it!
Punta Cana
I am officially the worst blogger ever. So I haven't blogged in forever so I'll try and update.
I recently went on spring break to Punta Cana, Dominican Republic and it was muoy fantastico!! Seriously I loved every minute of it!
We arrived on a Tuesday at the Punta Cana airport and the building itself was so gimmicky - I loved it! It looked like a giant tiki hut. Then we boarded a bus to the Riu Taino and began our Dominican adventure. Ten of us were vacationing together and surprisingly we all survived the trip.
Our hotel was really cute, our rooms, or love bungalos as we referred to them were four to a building with a cute little balcony/terrace attached to each one. Katie and I shared a room together - I mean we worked out as roomates in Europe why not the DR. Then we trecked over to the beach and just took in the beauty of the island. It was probably 85 degrees and so beautifully sunny...palm trees lined the shoreline and the sand was so smooth on our feet. The beach was covered in blue lounge chairs, and on those chairs were a lot of leathery and often topless Europeans. I got myself a pina colada and began to relax for the first time in months. We silently agreed there would be no talk of May 18th and beyond. The future was not part of this trip.
Around six we met with Adam our Polish travel rep and he gave us the low-down. Don't drink the tap water, stay in groups, don't leave the resort unless it's part of a trip, etc. Then we ate for the first time in hours at the buffet which was so-so. We headed back to the rooms and I made a rum and coke - and what a surprise! I normally don't drink rum because of how it affects me, but this was delicioso! It tasted like no other rum I'd ever had before. After a few of those we went to check out the Caribean Street on the resort. There was a little night time fiesta with dancing - older Europeans dancing with younger Dominican men. I swear we were in our own version of Dirty Dancing...Dominican Style. It was like that scene where all the dance instructors twirl the old Jewish people around the dance floor and it just all looks so awkward. Well we got pulled in too, especially since two of my friends are very pretty twins - they were a hit! All of a sudden the dancing turns into a connected circle, which becomes a chain and we start dance-walking down the street. I'm separated from the girls by a few staff members and have no idea where they are leading us, and they will not release the grip on our hands! Next thing I know we've been literally dragged to Pacha, the discotheque on the resort. So much fun! The staff members whipped out some local dances and then just started dancing with us all night. Dancer Elias became our new friend. But it got late, and were mucho exchausted from the plane, the sun and the fabulous dancing. Dominican people are excellent dancers.
I recently went on spring break to Punta Cana, Dominican Republic and it was muoy fantastico!! Seriously I loved every minute of it!
We arrived on a Tuesday at the Punta Cana airport and the building itself was so gimmicky - I loved it! It looked like a giant tiki hut. Then we boarded a bus to the Riu Taino and began our Dominican adventure. Ten of us were vacationing together and surprisingly we all survived the trip.
Our hotel was really cute, our rooms, or love bungalos as we referred to them were four to a building with a cute little balcony/terrace attached to each one. Katie and I shared a room together - I mean we worked out as roomates in Europe why not the DR. Then we trecked over to the beach and just took in the beauty of the island. It was probably 85 degrees and so beautifully sunny...palm trees lined the shoreline and the sand was so smooth on our feet. The beach was covered in blue lounge chairs, and on those chairs were a lot of leathery and often topless Europeans. I got myself a pina colada and began to relax for the first time in months. We silently agreed there would be no talk of May 18th and beyond. The future was not part of this trip.
Around six we met with Adam our Polish travel rep and he gave us the low-down. Don't drink the tap water, stay in groups, don't leave the resort unless it's part of a trip, etc. Then we ate for the first time in hours at the buffet which was so-so. We headed back to the rooms and I made a rum and coke - and what a surprise! I normally don't drink rum because of how it affects me, but this was delicioso! It tasted like no other rum I'd ever had before. After a few of those we went to check out the Caribean Street on the resort. There was a little night time fiesta with dancing - older Europeans dancing with younger Dominican men. I swear we were in our own version of Dirty Dancing...Dominican Style. It was like that scene where all the dance instructors twirl the old Jewish people around the dance floor and it just all looks so awkward. Well we got pulled in too, especially since two of my friends are very pretty twins - they were a hit! All of a sudden the dancing turns into a connected circle, which becomes a chain and we start dance-walking down the street. I'm separated from the girls by a few staff members and have no idea where they are leading us, and they will not release the grip on our hands! Next thing I know we've been literally dragged to Pacha, the discotheque on the resort. So much fun! The staff members whipped out some local dances and then just started dancing with us all night. Dancer Elias became our new friend. But it got late, and were mucho exchausted from the plane, the sun and the fabulous dancing. Dominican people are excellent dancers.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Home
So I've been back stateside for a quite a few months now. Ireland never leaves you....it buries itself in your soul and grows daily. Senior year is going well so far, working, interning, living. C'est la vie!!
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Home
My adventures in Eire are finally over, and what an experience it was. I think I'll keep writing periodic memories about my time in Galway because it's a huge part of who I am now.
But I must say it is good to be back. It's incredible how so much has changed in my absence, but at the same time nothing changed at all. It's as if the last five months of my life didn't happen. How is it possible that I was living in Ireland, traveling around Europe - and suddenly I find myself back in New England and the Bronx. It is just so bizarre.
My last week in Ireland was lots of fun. My mom and aunt came to Galway and it was one helluva of a week. I showed them around Galway for about three days which was a lot of fun. They got to experience the weather I became so accustomed to - gorgeous sunshine one minute, the next a torrential downpour. We walked up and down Shop and Quay Streets, ducking in and out of the touristy gift stores. We strolled down to the Claddagh so they could get a view of Galway Bay, but the wind was pretty icy so we then checked out some churches. We went to mass at the Cathedral after walking along the Roisin Dubh canal. At night it's a little creepy, but in evening light it's gorgeous - mini waterfalls, vines with purple flowers on a stone wall - absolutely lovely. Then it was dinner time. We walked along the Corrib River and went to McDonagh's for fish and chips. It was pretty good I must say. Then we went to King's Head to catch some music.
The next day we went to the Galway Crystal Factory and Royal Tara China store. We picked up a few goodies. Then we took a drive through Connemara which was breathtakingly beautiful. It's just so green and mountainous. We stumbled upon a horse fair so we checked that our for awhile - those horses were incredible creatures. We saw Kylemore Abby - this gorgeous manor on a lake surrounded by trees and giant rhodendron bushes. We checked out some cute little towns along the way as well. When we returned it was the huge Mayo v. Galway rugby game so Galway was bustling with cars and people. We walked along Salthill so I could show them where we spent most of our sunny days on the beach, looking at the hills of Clare and the Burren. We ate at An Pucan - my FAVORITE Galway restaurant. They loved it - it's just so cute and authentic and has great music every night without fail. We stayed there until closing then hit the hay.
Next day was a drive through the Burren, which I had only seen briefly. It's this large area covered in rocks. There's nothing quite like it. I mean there's tons of vegetation and it goes for miles - but there are so many rocks!! We saw the dolomon (i think) from thousands of years ago. Then we hit the Cliffs of Moher. I had seen them since we last went 7 years ago, but my mom and aunt were shocked at how much it's changed. It's much more of a tourist trap than it was then - you have to pay for it now and it's built up. Nonetheless, it's still an incredible sight to see. That night we ate at Monroe's, another of my favorites. They always have good music too, and since it's a bit off the beaten path it's not so touristy. Unfortunately though I was coming down with an awful cold, so I felt like death most of this weekend.
Then in the morning we were off the Kilarney. We first stopped downtown to take one last stroll through Galway and take some photos. God, I'm going to miss that place. There is no other city in the world that is comparable. It's Bohemian and Irish all at once. Lots of colorful characters, delicious food and memorable music. Salthill is my favorite area, and I'll miss our beach and our view. I have to go back because I didn't get to jump off the tower. Well I have to go back for many reasons - but that's just one excuse. Next time I wouldn't live so damn far away from everything in Dunaras, but I kind of liked being able to say I lived in Rahoon - the 'dodgy' area. So farewell Galway, you were good to me.
But I must say it is good to be back. It's incredible how so much has changed in my absence, but at the same time nothing changed at all. It's as if the last five months of my life didn't happen. How is it possible that I was living in Ireland, traveling around Europe - and suddenly I find myself back in New England and the Bronx. It is just so bizarre.
My last week in Ireland was lots of fun. My mom and aunt came to Galway and it was one helluva of a week. I showed them around Galway for about three days which was a lot of fun. They got to experience the weather I became so accustomed to - gorgeous sunshine one minute, the next a torrential downpour. We walked up and down Shop and Quay Streets, ducking in and out of the touristy gift stores. We strolled down to the Claddagh so they could get a view of Galway Bay, but the wind was pretty icy so we then checked out some churches. We went to mass at the Cathedral after walking along the Roisin Dubh canal. At night it's a little creepy, but in evening light it's gorgeous - mini waterfalls, vines with purple flowers on a stone wall - absolutely lovely. Then it was dinner time. We walked along the Corrib River and went to McDonagh's for fish and chips. It was pretty good I must say. Then we went to King's Head to catch some music.
The next day we went to the Galway Crystal Factory and Royal Tara China store. We picked up a few goodies. Then we took a drive through Connemara which was breathtakingly beautiful. It's just so green and mountainous. We stumbled upon a horse fair so we checked that our for awhile - those horses were incredible creatures. We saw Kylemore Abby - this gorgeous manor on a lake surrounded by trees and giant rhodendron bushes. We checked out some cute little towns along the way as well. When we returned it was the huge Mayo v. Galway rugby game so Galway was bustling with cars and people. We walked along Salthill so I could show them where we spent most of our sunny days on the beach, looking at the hills of Clare and the Burren. We ate at An Pucan - my FAVORITE Galway restaurant. They loved it - it's just so cute and authentic and has great music every night without fail. We stayed there until closing then hit the hay.
Next day was a drive through the Burren, which I had only seen briefly. It's this large area covered in rocks. There's nothing quite like it. I mean there's tons of vegetation and it goes for miles - but there are so many rocks!! We saw the dolomon (i think) from thousands of years ago. Then we hit the Cliffs of Moher. I had seen them since we last went 7 years ago, but my mom and aunt were shocked at how much it's changed. It's much more of a tourist trap than it was then - you have to pay for it now and it's built up. Nonetheless, it's still an incredible sight to see. That night we ate at Monroe's, another of my favorites. They always have good music too, and since it's a bit off the beaten path it's not so touristy. Unfortunately though I was coming down with an awful cold, so I felt like death most of this weekend.
Then in the morning we were off the Kilarney. We first stopped downtown to take one last stroll through Galway and take some photos. God, I'm going to miss that place. There is no other city in the world that is comparable. It's Bohemian and Irish all at once. Lots of colorful characters, delicious food and memorable music. Salthill is my favorite area, and I'll miss our beach and our view. I have to go back because I didn't get to jump off the tower. Well I have to go back for many reasons - but that's just one excuse. Next time I wouldn't live so damn far away from everything in Dunaras, but I kind of liked being able to say I lived in Rahoon - the 'dodgy' area. So farewell Galway, you were good to me.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Barcelona
Hola!!! I just spent a fabulous weekend in Barcelona – one last hurrah before I head back to the states! I’m really glad I squeezed it in – even though I had my last final the day after we got back!! I’m officially done with junior year, I’m a senior – eek!! I absolutely loved Barcelona because it’s just such a fun and unique city. Apparently it’s nothing like the rest of Spain, but I really wouldn’t know so I’ll take people’s word for it.
We left Galway at 3:30am to catch a 7am flight. We got to Girona Airport at 10amish, then hit Barcelona by 11. The metro was pretty easy to figure out and we hopped on that, then a ferrocarril – which is just another train system – and headed to our hostel. We got there, then climbed up one of the steepest mountains I’ve been on. Our hostel was located in the city’s Natural Park way up in the mountains. It was super cute, tucked away on a windy road. The countryside was absolutely beautiful, and the temperature was perfect. The hike was unbelievable with our backpacks. But we got there and the staff was very sweet and the hostel was like a glorified sleep away camp, and I mean that in a good way. Our beds were clean, we had personal lockers, the whole place was actually great – very unusual for a hostel!!
We then went to the Placa Catalunya, which is the main center. We walked along Las Ramblas, which is the busiest street. People lined it dressed up like statues or bizarre garden people or kittens, all to pose with tourists. It was so busy and cute. Further down were merchants with cute handmade jewelry and a whole section was full of artists. The architecture is the real draw to Barcelona. Every single building is different from the one next to it – some look like mini castles, and some look like they are straight out of Zorro with elegant balconies and flowing flower boxes. We popped into this little square that had a huge fountain and tons of little café tables around it. Palm trees lined the interior, and the flower boxes had vines dangling down them with vibrant blossoms coloring the yellow stucco buildings. We found a great market filled with fresh fruit, meats, and candies, but best of all – a Dunkin Donuts!!! I haven’t seen one of those puppies in 5 months! We then walked down to the port which had these modern art sculptures and beautiful sailboats. Gigantic fish just hung out along the stone lining we were sitting on – it was so cool. We walked along the boardwalk and then down the strip checkin out the palm trees. BMW was doing this huge promo thing, so we decided to partake and took a test drive in the X5 on their test course. It was literally like being on an amusement park ride in Disney, and we had an adorable German pilot for Luftansa in the car with us. We then walked all the way down the Ramblas again to the other side, and when we both almost fell asleep on a park bench we decided it was time to head to the hostel.
Next day we had a great lovely little breakfast in the outdoor café at our hostel, then headed back to Catalunya. We went to the Sangrada Familia, this gorgeous unfinished cathedral. It looks like a giant sand castle, and the top looks like a drip castle. We strolled around and went to where the Olympic Village was and hung out on the beach for a few hours – don’t worry mom – in the shade!! We then took a sky ride over the Mediterrean into the mountains and got off in these great gardens that had saguaro cacti! While we were relaxin on a bench listening to the music from the local restaurant this lady approached us and asked to take pictures of us for this tourist magazine she’s a graphic designer for. We just had to look and act really hot, and then she gave us tickets to a bunch of museums. It was hysterical. Oh and then I got the call about AIDAN!!! Very exciting news! We then went back to the center and I got some tapas – it was fried chicken pate and just thinking about it makes me nauseous. But we walked to the cathedral which was under massive construction, but I got Sangria at a café across the square and we hung out listening to a mariachi band – except they weren’t dressed like one. Someone Katie went to high school with was sitting right next to us so that was a small world experience! Also these kids started walking around with signs saying Free Hugs, and we hugging people. I thought they were definitely pick pocketing, but turns out they were just giving out some free love, and yup I got some Spanish hugs. We then walked back to the port and hung out on a bench for awhile, till it was dinner time and then back to the hostel.
Unlike our last few trips we literally just hung out in Barcelona and took it all in. We strolled – a new experience for us – and just took our time to appreciate the city since it doesn’t have major tourist attractions. It’s really cool because they have two official languages – Catalonian and Spanish, with the former almost more prominent. Katie knows Spanish and she was completely thrown by the Catalonian, but luckily her knowledge of espanol came in handy a few times. It was a fun weekend – literally no sleep though with all our early flights. I’m glad I saw it, I’ll definitely be back!!
We left Galway at 3:30am to catch a 7am flight. We got to Girona Airport at 10amish, then hit Barcelona by 11. The metro was pretty easy to figure out and we hopped on that, then a ferrocarril – which is just another train system – and headed to our hostel. We got there, then climbed up one of the steepest mountains I’ve been on. Our hostel was located in the city’s Natural Park way up in the mountains. It was super cute, tucked away on a windy road. The countryside was absolutely beautiful, and the temperature was perfect. The hike was unbelievable with our backpacks. But we got there and the staff was very sweet and the hostel was like a glorified sleep away camp, and I mean that in a good way. Our beds were clean, we had personal lockers, the whole place was actually great – very unusual for a hostel!!
We then went to the Placa Catalunya, which is the main center. We walked along Las Ramblas, which is the busiest street. People lined it dressed up like statues or bizarre garden people or kittens, all to pose with tourists. It was so busy and cute. Further down were merchants with cute handmade jewelry and a whole section was full of artists. The architecture is the real draw to Barcelona. Every single building is different from the one next to it – some look like mini castles, and some look like they are straight out of Zorro with elegant balconies and flowing flower boxes. We popped into this little square that had a huge fountain and tons of little café tables around it. Palm trees lined the interior, and the flower boxes had vines dangling down them with vibrant blossoms coloring the yellow stucco buildings. We found a great market filled with fresh fruit, meats, and candies, but best of all – a Dunkin Donuts!!! I haven’t seen one of those puppies in 5 months! We then walked down to the port which had these modern art sculptures and beautiful sailboats. Gigantic fish just hung out along the stone lining we were sitting on – it was so cool. We walked along the boardwalk and then down the strip checkin out the palm trees. BMW was doing this huge promo thing, so we decided to partake and took a test drive in the X5 on their test course. It was literally like being on an amusement park ride in Disney, and we had an adorable German pilot for Luftansa in the car with us. We then walked all the way down the Ramblas again to the other side, and when we both almost fell asleep on a park bench we decided it was time to head to the hostel.
Next day we had a great lovely little breakfast in the outdoor café at our hostel, then headed back to Catalunya. We went to the Sangrada Familia, this gorgeous unfinished cathedral. It looks like a giant sand castle, and the top looks like a drip castle. We strolled around and went to where the Olympic Village was and hung out on the beach for a few hours – don’t worry mom – in the shade!! We then took a sky ride over the Mediterrean into the mountains and got off in these great gardens that had saguaro cacti! While we were relaxin on a bench listening to the music from the local restaurant this lady approached us and asked to take pictures of us for this tourist magazine she’s a graphic designer for. We just had to look and act really hot, and then she gave us tickets to a bunch of museums. It was hysterical. Oh and then I got the call about AIDAN!!! Very exciting news! We then went back to the center and I got some tapas – it was fried chicken pate and just thinking about it makes me nauseous. But we walked to the cathedral which was under massive construction, but I got Sangria at a café across the square and we hung out listening to a mariachi band – except they weren’t dressed like one. Someone Katie went to high school with was sitting right next to us so that was a small world experience! Also these kids started walking around with signs saying Free Hugs, and we hugging people. I thought they were definitely pick pocketing, but turns out they were just giving out some free love, and yup I got some Spanish hugs. We then walked back to the port and hung out on a bench for awhile, till it was dinner time and then back to the hostel.
Unlike our last few trips we literally just hung out in Barcelona and took it all in. We strolled – a new experience for us – and just took our time to appreciate the city since it doesn’t have major tourist attractions. It’s really cool because they have two official languages – Catalonian and Spanish, with the former almost more prominent. Katie knows Spanish and she was completely thrown by the Catalonian, but luckily her knowledge of espanol came in handy a few times. It was a fun weekend – literally no sleep though with all our early flights. I’m glad I saw it, I’ll definitely be back!!
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