The real reason why I'm updating this...
...is that I just saw two pigeons having sex on the balcony across from me, and I had to tell someone.
But, I feel this is a good time for a quick update too. Barcelona is pretty much awesome. Although my liver is not too happy with me (what's new...), I've been able to see a lot and meet a lot of cool people. I think a top 10 for the weeks is appropriate.
10. Being catcalled by 12 year old schoolgirls. I was walking thru Parc de la Ciutadella, which was packed with youngsters on fieldtrips, and suddenly I hear yelling and giggling. I smile at this group of preeteens (an "aww, how cute smile") and keep walking, until one girl yells "Hola Guapo!" (=what's up hottie). So I just stop and laugh. They run and ask to take a picture with me, and all the girls introduce themselves then giggle and run behind the group. Funniest...thing...ever. I got a picture myself, which makes me look like a pedophile, but that will be posted when I upload my pics eventually.
9. The bells of the many cathedrals around my apt when the ring together for 10 minutes at 8pm
8. Flamenco (from Southern Spain) and spanish guitar. I want to be able to to that, but know it will never happen.
7. Las Ramblas Prostitutes. On one night I was propositioned 5 times. There is one, Tina, a nasty piece of work who hails from Sudan (or Somolia...one of those "s" African countries), who I have become friends with, since I see her literally EVERY DAY walking from my apartment to various places. By friends I mean, we know eachother, and I always yell hi and give her a high five, which she is slowly growing to appreciate, since all she really wants is to give me "20 euro massage? Blow time for 30?" Eeeew. Dirty boat.
6. Getting lost in my neighborhood, which is really easy, since it was built before that whole "grid system" concept. It is fun, though, because you find cool places (EDIT: fun when sober...)
5. The DJ at Jamboree, one of the clubs I went to last night. Strangest mix of music ever. Sample playlist: What a feeling, London Bridge, Don Omar (reggeton), "Grease" soundtrack mixup, Franz Ferdinand "take me out", My humps, Thriller, YMCA.
4. French (?) Corporate teambuilding activity on Ciutadella where they were taught how to make Castellers, or human towers traditional in Catalonia. One lady fell...hard, and I laughed without shame.
3. Old ladies who climb jungle gyms on the beach in Barceloneta. I kid you not.
2. My apartment (see last entry)
1. Pigeon Fucking
I love you guys and miss you! My goal of the night is to find an indian restaurant for dinner, because reading about House of Curries last night while wasted made me crave some Tikka Masala like no other.
But, I feel this is a good time for a quick update too. Barcelona is pretty much awesome. Although my liver is not too happy with me (what's new...), I've been able to see a lot and meet a lot of cool people. I think a top 10 for the weeks is appropriate.
10. Being catcalled by 12 year old schoolgirls. I was walking thru Parc de la Ciutadella, which was packed with youngsters on fieldtrips, and suddenly I hear yelling and giggling. I smile at this group of preeteens (an "aww, how cute smile") and keep walking, until one girl yells "Hola Guapo!" (=what's up hottie). So I just stop and laugh. They run and ask to take a picture with me, and all the girls introduce themselves then giggle and run behind the group. Funniest...thing...ever. I got a picture myself, which makes me look like a pedophile, but that will be posted when I upload my pics eventually.
9. The bells of the many cathedrals around my apt when the ring together for 10 minutes at 8pm
8. Flamenco (from Southern Spain) and spanish guitar. I want to be able to to that, but know it will never happen.
7. Las Ramblas Prostitutes. On one night I was propositioned 5 times. There is one, Tina, a nasty piece of work who hails from Sudan (or Somolia...one of those "s" African countries), who I have become friends with, since I see her literally EVERY DAY walking from my apartment to various places. By friends I mean, we know eachother, and I always yell hi and give her a high five, which she is slowly growing to appreciate, since all she really wants is to give me "20 euro massage? Blow time for 30?" Eeeew. Dirty boat.
6. Getting lost in my neighborhood, which is really easy, since it was built before that whole "grid system" concept. It is fun, though, because you find cool places (EDIT: fun when sober...)
5. The DJ at Jamboree, one of the clubs I went to last night. Strangest mix of music ever. Sample playlist: What a feeling, London Bridge, Don Omar (reggeton), "Grease" soundtrack mixup, Franz Ferdinand "take me out", My humps, Thriller, YMCA.
4. French (?) Corporate teambuilding activity on Ciutadella where they were taught how to make Castellers, or human towers traditional in Catalonia. One lady fell...hard, and I laughed without shame.
3. Old ladies who climb jungle gyms on the beach in Barceloneta. I kid you not.
2. My apartment (see last entry)
1. Pigeon Fucking
I love you guys and miss you! My goal of the night is to find an indian restaurant for dinner, because reading about House of Curries last night while wasted made me crave some Tikka Masala like no other.