Here's a bit of a simplification of my trip:
Leaving Paris, YAY!
Happy to get away....
But I just want to write a little while about flying. For me, there's nothing comparable to taking off on a jet plane. The feeling I get during take off is indescribable, despite where I'm going or coming from. It amazes me that the human brain can invent a machine powerful enough to take hundreds of passengers off of the ground and into the air. When I take off in the plane, everything else in my head goes out of the window... I get so excited, and I love having the window seat. I love seeing the plane rise off the ground and into the air. It's just so amazing. You may think I'm silly, but it's the truth. It makes me believe and remember that there is actually intelligence among mankind.
Literally ontop of the CLOUDS :)
How cool is this picture?? A shadow of the plane in the clouds.. PERFECT
Hello Barcelona! The flight coming in was breathtaking!
So I arrive in Barcelona, and at first, I can't figure out how to get out of the damn airport!! I'm thinking to myself, "I'm going to waste all of my time here trying to find the freakin exit!".
Eventually, I found the exit, and at that point, I just wanted to get to the hostel, so I got a cab. THIRTY FREAKIN EUROS from the airport to the hostel. I didn't care.
The hostel was pretty nice, but the bathroom smelled as if it hadn't been cleaned in months. I used other friends' showers. Ick.
So after I got situated, I walked around the area a little bit to find a shopping center, mainly to buy a memory card because I realized once I left for the airport that I left my memory card in my computer...PERFECT... But unfortunately, my camera is "special" and they don't sell memory cards like that in most places in Europe. Go figure.
So I walked around a bit, and found this tappas place. It was my first real SPANISH meal. So I was excited. I had a pork sandwich, and it was pretty yummy. I also had some Spanish beer, which was REALLY yummy :)
Come to find out, it's harder getting around in Spain than it is in France. At least I know a little French, but they don't really know English, and it's not SPANISH either, it's something like, Cantalonian or something...
So after my wonderful lunch, I walked back to the hostel and napped for a bit.. Napping is so UNDERESTIMATED.
After napping, I went to the hostel bar. WHICH HAPPENED TO BE THE BEST PLACE IN BARCELONA.
Happy Hour was from 6:30 to 8, and I just so happened to arrive in time.
Come to find out, I was wearing 2 sombreros, LOL. Just FYI.
OLA, Sangria!
I stayed at the bar and waited for my friends from school to arrive from Edinburgh, but they didn't get in until really late, so we just spent the night in the hostel.
The next day, they (the boys) went to the stadium and left me at the hostel because they figured I wasn't intereseted. My reply: Your assuming things makes and ASS out of U and ME.
So I did my own thing.. Walked around for a bit and got a REALLY good dinner. I went to a bakery and managed to get a loaf of bread FRESH out of the oven. It was so HOT I couldn't hold it. Then I found a butcher and got some fresh jambon rostido (roasted ham, or smoked ham) and I got some queso crema.. not cream cheese, just a really spreadable cheese. SO YUMMY.
When the boys got back, we decided to go out. There was a special at the hostel bar every night offering free entrance for hostel members at certain clubs and discos. Thurday night was a bar-hopping night. We got cabs to SHOKO, and the next place was supposed to be CATWALK, but we didn't make it there. So we got a cab home. JUST A WARNING TO ANYONE GOING TO BARCELONA: if you don't give the cab drivers exact change, they take the liberty of TAKING YOUR MONEY AND NOT GIVING YOUR CHANGE BACK. Now, if you have an outspoken personality, like myself, this may result in the police coming. SO my advice, is just to have EXTRA CHANGE ON YOU. That's it.
Drama, drama, drama after that. But I'm not gonna talk about it, because I'm a bigger person than he is.
Anyway, the next day I went to Sagrida Familla, which is one of Gaudi's most famous works of art. He was a famous Spanish architect. I didn't go in because they were charging like, 15 euros. As if. My church at home is lucky if I have enough cash to give 2 dollars to the basket. Sorry, Jesus. I'm a broke college student.
After that, I went to the aquarium. I love aquariums and I had a lot of fun there, but it was no comparison to the New Orleans Aquarium of the Americas.
This was the view of the beach on the walk to the aquarium. Eventually, we took a bus because we were so tired of walking in the rain...and it was cold. Not sunny or warm unfortunately, but the beach was still beautiful...
This is an embryo of a rarely seen dogfish. It was squiggling int the eggsac. One of the coolest things I've ever seen...
I love the sharks.. I'm more afraid of spiders.. Love the sharks, but hate spiders, ick.
Purty, huh?
It's like a scene from 'Finding Nemo'.. "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming...."
Hi, Stingray :)
His mouth was open like he was thinking, "WTF?!"
These are a bunch of baby squids, just chillin at the top of the tank
Tunnel with moving sidewalk: pretty convenient for me and other lazy people :)
Everyone loves the seahorses!
I found you, NEMO!
And this guy was way cool...
On the way home we came across a few monuments and what not...
I think this was the Christopher Columbus monument...
A modern piece: Lichensteins "head of Barcelona"
Afterwards, I met a few girls studying in Holland from America and Canada. Our plans were to go out, but we I didn't make it out, because unfortunately I went to the hospital instead.... some stupid guy from Denmark decided it was ok to push me so hard that I gashed my head open... the ambulance was called, and I was screaming and crying not to go because I HATE hospitals. HATE THEM... but they made me go because they thought I needed stitches, thankfully, I didn't. So I snuck out and called myself a cab...
Everything was just COVERED in blood. ICK.
and ICK, Hosptials.. even more ick that they don't speak ENGLISH or ACCEPT YOUR INSURANCE.
Whatever, they cleaned me up and I went home and slept mostly all of the next day. I slept until about 4, and then decided it was time for me to get some REAL spanish food.
They said it was PRAWNS, but it tasted and looked like SHRIMP to me. But who knows? And they have coke in glass bottles, so I was satisfied, especially for 6 euros, including coke.
I made some Cadanian friends at the hostel later on, and went out for a bit before my flight left Sunday morning.
This is Katelyn. She is one of the nicest, smartest, most beautiful women I have ever met.
Unfortunately I had to leave very early. My flight was at 7:55 and the train left at 5:55. YIKES.. Luckily I managed to get there on time.Thank GOD.. But when I got there, once I got to the gate, the bitches flight attendants at the gate tried telling me my bag was too big. I said, "Look, the woman at check-in weighed it, I got in on the flight FROM Paris, AND I'M TAKING IT BACK TO PARIS, AND I'M NOT PAYING FOR IT." So I had to shove it in the stupid stand thing that makes you check the dimensions of your bag.. AND GUESS WHAT???? MY BAG FIT!
SCREW YOU, FLIGHT ATTENDANTS. It's called "knowing how to pack", something all WOMEN should know how to do....
I slept the whole way home, made it home in one piece, and managed the rest of the school week of srudying and prjoects... THANK GOD IT'S OVER.
I spent all day on the couch.
So, I say goodbye for now... I will update you later.. Hope you enjoyed..
Later Gators,
À Plus tard!
Kristen
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