chill day

shopping is pretty good here. not like paris, but pretty good. cost of living is awesome. food cheap. hotel super cheap. metro is cheap. i think i have it figured out now.

macba (museum d`art contemporarian barcelona) was cool. there is a big open space right in front of the macba where a bunch of skaters were doing tricks. allying and grinding and what not. no cops were stopping them... didn´t go to the picasso museum yet. i think that will happen tomorow. the museums here don´t close till 8. shopping closes pretty late too i think. but there is siesta between 2-5 i think. so i´m getting ready to go out. hopefuly i don´t stay out till 5 am. meeting with grace, jorge´s friend.

waking up in barcelona

last night when i checked in, the front desk guy told me i could not extend my stay in my room until the next morning. i was so afraid that i would have to change locations. i love my room too much. to my surprise this morning, i was able to extend my stay. i even have a double room which is more than enough area for me. i can finally hang up my clothes. that hasnt happenned´on my whole trip. the first duration of my trip i was with 3 to 4 people in a room. then i stayed with some parisians in their home. i´m finally alone with an excessively nice room. it´s sort of strange. sometimes unmotivating to leave because i enjoy the space and i know no one in barcelona

barcelona

so i finally have left paris. i went hunt for french clothes yesterday though. i got a super cute shirt from surface to air, a necklace from collette, and some jil sander shoes. the shoes are sooooo hot (6 inch heels).

got to barcelona a few hours ago. thanks mom for teling me to take spanish in high school. some people speak english but not too well. even the guy working the desk at the hotel, we can barely communicate. fortunately i understand him, i think he understands me. the hotel i´m staying at is pretty sweet. its the nicest place i´ve stayed at in europe ever. and it was not too expensive. i have a huge room with a black granite floor, free internet, a sweet bathroom, a blowdryer, and they even have little gift bags in the bathroom with a shower cap, toothbrush, toothpaste, a brush, a comb, a sponge for showering, and house slippers. wtf. a whopping 83 euro a night. right in the center of town.

went to eat at this super cute diner called flash flash. it is owned by a famous spanish photographer, has a bunch of stencilled pieces of a girl and a camera. the food was good, but quite heavy like most spanish food. i am going to explore some more. prolly going to the picasso museum tomorow and maybe the modern art museum. and perhaps shopping too. people wander the streets till like 3 in the morning here. and it´s only tuesday.

party time

I want to move here to Paris. The people are so fashionable here and quite welcoming. I met a group of Parisians who have been showing me around. Shopping is amazing and food is so delish. Pastries and baguettes galore. Kronenbourg beer too


so since i´ve been here in europe, we have been going out just about every night. i needed a break so here it is. the parisians party like theres no tomorow. first we start with dinner and wine. then go to the pub. then to clubs. then to the "after". then drink at their homes. how is it 10 am already?

j´taime

yesterday when i was on the metro, i experience romance second hand. walking through the tunnels i saw some chalk writing on the floor. j´taime marta. turned around a corner i saw a big heart above the name marta. walked up some steps, and i saw a girl taking a picture of another chalk writing on the floor of j´taime marta. then me and my parisian buddies got on our train. she soon followed. we passed a few stops, the girl taking the photo jumps out of the train, runs and hugs a guy waiting at the stop. they both enter the train. i didn´t understand a lot of what they were saying, so i ask my french buddies if that was marta. and of course it was. what a sweet bf. he made a trail for her to find him. j´taime means i love you in french.

london? not so much

i was supposed to go to london today. booked the wrong ticket. went to the train station. tickets became way too expensive (230 euro one way), so i guess i'm going to barcelona instead.

nye 2008

so i went to the eiffel tower for nye. it was mad chaos. we left the hotel at 10 and by 11:30pm we were rushing to get there. massive people on the streets, the metro, we couldn´t even get on at some points. so we walked, or ran rather. so we got there right before midnight. people were screaming, dancing, drinking on the streets. no one says anything to you if you have alchohol here. then trying to get home was chaos too. no trains. no taxis. walking. walking. walking. pub till 5 found a taxi, he tried to rip us off (40 euros for a short ride) and then we took the metro when they openned back up.