In case you didn't catch my constant babbling bout this trip for the last couple months, I'm visiting Barcelona for the next two weeks (with a short field trip to Amsterdam in the middle.) I can already tell that the days are going to fly past, so I thought I'd update y'all via the blog.
Sorry in advance for bad grammar, inane run-ons that go nowhere and other written follies that occur after long periods of sleep deprivation. I have been up since 3:30 PST and have crossed over into the zone where I am no longer tired but feel hungover. That might also be because I am a little hungover.
So my flights were pretty standard, save for some of the worst turbulence of my life on the second leg. The plane jerked and shook as if it was a toy, clutched in the hand of a creatively devilish young child. More than once, I was jerked awake by what i could only assume was my certain doom, grasping at the grey plastic walls as if they were blankets after a nightmare. My seat-mate seemed not to notice the fidgeting plane, and worked feverishly on what appeared to be the largest packet of calculus homework I have ever seen.
Upon landing, I resisted the urge to kiss the scuffed airport floors and made a beeline for the tourist desk. Unashamed of my blatant "tourist" appearance (complete with sensible shoes and Lonely Planet tucked under my arm) I got as many maps and tips as I could ask for in my broken Spanish. The cherry on top was at the end of the exchange, I cheerily thanked her... In German. Why? Why is my brain the way it is.
Money changed.
Public transit to a cab where I leaves what a taxi driver looks like when the fare is €4,00 and all you have are €50,00 bils. Oops.
My hostel is decent enough, located very conveniently near La Sagrada Familia and many other Gaudi creations. I followed a Gaudi tour group for a while, absorbing what might have been the most complete history I have ever gotten from a tour group.
Lunch was a simple focaccia and cafe con leche, which turned out to be culinary bliss in that special way that only great ingredients, prepared simply can be.
I took a stroll down La Rambla, which was a rollercoaster of highs, being moved to audible bursts of emotion by the experience and lows, clutching my bag to my chest as a street vendor stalked me in an attempt to sell me his trinkets.
I sat down to sangria and tapas, both better than anything I have ever tasted in the states, and regained my strength and my buzz.
Next, I'm headed out for drinks and
maybe dancing with a hostel friend.
More as it happens!
Adios!
More updates please!!! :-) You're Awesome! Have the time of your life.
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