I'm baaaaack.
After what seems like a year of travelling, I have returned to LA from my trip to Barcelona. It was the most fun thing I've ever done in my life. Even though I was in Barcelona 6 months ago, and really liked it...I had no idea that I had the potential to be as in love with it as I am after being there for 5 weeks. The pace of life, the people, the music, the architecture,the beaches, the crazy alcoholic inventions, even the goddamn BCNeta garbage crew who cleans every street EVERY NIGHT. I love it all. I miss it so much already that I feel like crying.
I had a few really epic nights that lasted until morning and I just think back on them and think, oh my god, that was probably the happiest I've been in years. I can't believe what an amazing time I had. I feel like everyone that takes a trip like this says that...but god did I need Spain for a month. I was in a rut..and I needed to be shaken out of it. I needed to not have people accomodate me and speak my language...I needed to force myself into adjusting to somewhere else's norms.
My Spanish got a lot better. At first I didn't think it was improving...but it did. To the point where one night we were with Spanish guys (Super out of our league hot ones)all night, and because they didn't speak English, we just had to instead speak Spanish. And we were totally able to. All fucking night. It was so amazing to not be speaking English. It just makes me want to learn Spanish fluently...I need to continue it. It's such a great language. Sigh...everything is great there.
However, I had a very weird emotional rollercoaster of the last few days. We flew out on the 12th...Our flights were from Barcelona to London and then London to LA. On Thursday when the massive arrests happened in London our parents called us freaking out advising to fly through Switzerland, or just anywhere else other than London....and Rachel and I were confronted with this crazy logistical crap dealing with whether or not we should still stick with our flight, or shell out a lot of cash to feel safer...on top of worrying if our flight was going to even happen at all, whether we were going to die on the way home...or a variety of other horrible things to deal with at the tail end of the best trip of my life. I already have severe plane anxiety, and this suddenly launched my into crazy thought after crazy thought. At one point I was actually thinking about what it would feel like to die on the plane.
So, my last day in Barcelona was a bizarre mixture of wanting to stay there forever and wanting to get back to LA right that very second just so that I would know whether or not I had died in the process. But, the last night, I was able to suck it up, be sad, and drown my sorrows in alcohol.
I miss Barcelona so much. Being in LA is a pretty miserable transition point. I'm always happier in Berkeley...maybe I'll never be able to duplicate the past month...but a girl can dream.
I'll be here until around the 25th...I don't have a car right now really, but I'm here, and I want to see people. Friends are important in order to feel happier. Just putting that out there.
I had a few really epic nights that lasted until morning and I just think back on them and think, oh my god, that was probably the happiest I've been in years. I can't believe what an amazing time I had. I feel like everyone that takes a trip like this says that...but god did I need Spain for a month. I was in a rut..and I needed to be shaken out of it. I needed to not have people accomodate me and speak my language...I needed to force myself into adjusting to somewhere else's norms.
My Spanish got a lot better. At first I didn't think it was improving...but it did. To the point where one night we were with Spanish guys (Super out of our league hot ones)all night, and because they didn't speak English, we just had to instead speak Spanish. And we were totally able to. All fucking night. It was so amazing to not be speaking English. It just makes me want to learn Spanish fluently...I need to continue it. It's such a great language. Sigh...everything is great there.
However, I had a very weird emotional rollercoaster of the last few days. We flew out on the 12th...Our flights were from Barcelona to London and then London to LA. On Thursday when the massive arrests happened in London our parents called us freaking out advising to fly through Switzerland, or just anywhere else other than London....and Rachel and I were confronted with this crazy logistical crap dealing with whether or not we should still stick with our flight, or shell out a lot of cash to feel safer...on top of worrying if our flight was going to even happen at all, whether we were going to die on the way home...or a variety of other horrible things to deal with at the tail end of the best trip of my life. I already have severe plane anxiety, and this suddenly launched my into crazy thought after crazy thought. At one point I was actually thinking about what it would feel like to die on the plane.
So, my last day in Barcelona was a bizarre mixture of wanting to stay there forever and wanting to get back to LA right that very second just so that I would know whether or not I had died in the process. But, the last night, I was able to suck it up, be sad, and drown my sorrows in alcohol.
I miss Barcelona so much. Being in LA is a pretty miserable transition point. I'm always happier in Berkeley...maybe I'll never be able to duplicate the past month...but a girl can dream.
I'll be here until around the 25th...I don't have a car right now really, but I'm here, and I want to see people. Friends are important in order to feel happier. Just putting that out there.