ciao! i mean, hola!

This post might be a little lacking in the photos, (I know they are the best part and no one really wants to hear my rambling...sorry!) there is a reason for this though. I sat down in photography class on Wednesday night, turned on my camera, and guess what? The LCD screen is in only black and white and looks like a bird shit right in the middle of the screen. cool. I really want to spend money on a new camera!

okkkayyyy done complaining. I'll steal my friends pictures.

At approximately 5pm on Thursday night I hopped on the mini metro to the train station, the train to Rome, another train to the airport, a plane to BARCELONA, and a cab to a hostel. Six hours after leaving Perugia we were finally settled in a perfectly fine a very sketchy hostel. Let me just start by saying this was my first hostel experience. I wasn't expecting the embassy suites, but I also wasn't expecting to be led into a tiny room with 8 dirty beds by a greasy, middle aged Spanish man with so much gel in his hair he looked like Pauly D from the Jersey Shore and then to meet my roommates who, get this, were 6 weird ass french ASIAN MEN.

woah. sensory overload.

At this point I had 3 options. All which I considered very seriously. I could 1. cry 2. call my mom or 3. go get a drink and tough it out. I came to the conclusion that I hate crying so that wasn't going to work, I'm not 12 anymore so calling mom was a no go, and I'm in Spain so I'll go get some sangria and call it a night. Well that didn't end well. I'm not going to go into details, but long story short, something was put in our drink. Welcome to Barcelona! But hey, guess what? I survived. Crisis averted.

Friday morning we got up and beat cheeks out of that hell hole and went to my version of heaven: The Barcelona Mercato.

Unreal amounts of seafood

Fresh juices. I bought a blackberry banana one. to die for.

GROSS.

:(

I am just fascinated by this place. With the risk of sounding like such a huge loser, they truly display the food like it's art. I could honestly spend hours in there just walking around. If I lived in Barcelona I would not buy food from anywhere else other than this place. ever.

So after this we walked around and just explored the city. We eventually checked into hostel number two which was much nicer than the one the previous night. Thank Jesus. And then we met my friend from nova who is studying abroad in Barcelona for some tapas and sangria. Once again, no repeat of the previous night. Double thank Jesus.

Then we went to the beach for a while before we went out. It was such a beautiful night.

Then we went to this really cool club (sorry Perugia, but Barcelona's got you beat in that area) and then took a cab home. I'm sure our driver really loved us when Unwritten came on the radio and we insisted on turning it up as loud as it would go and singing at the top of our lungs. Bet he had no idea we were Americans. It's a great song. What can I say? One of my friends couldn't get a bed at the hostel and we somehow were able to sneak her in there, so guess who had to share a hostel bed? This girl right here. (love you tricia)

The next morning I woke up and had to escape from the hostel (they're just not my thing) so I had this great idea to walk to Starbucks (dkjvaoienvoi!!!!!) while my friends were still sleeping. Emerged from my cave of a room into the pouring rain. oh yeahhhhh. I got to Starbucks and asked for a plain coffee and the man looked at me like I had 10 heads and gave me an espresso with water in it. Uhhh thanks? So later that day when I went back (I like Starbucks okay?) I got a latte. With soy milk. Almost hugged the barista when he said they had soy milk there.

We walked around in the rain for way too long and then went to this non touristy part of Barcelona to get some authentic tapas (thank you Rick Steves, you are a mastermind). Okay so this one place we walked into and he gave us wine out of a keg and this little baby fish. It was amazing. Then we went to this street parade where these huge giants were walking down the street. It was the festival of Barcelona's patron saint, La Merce, this weekend so there were parades and fireworks all over the place.

We could not find a hostel to stay at last night because the city was so crowded because of the festival. If anyone ever wants to know what its like to spend the night at the Barcelona airport just ask me. It actually wasn't too bad. Cleaner than the hostels that's for damn sure. Our flight back to Italy was at 7 this morning. We did our train charade back to Perugia and finally made it back here around 3. Overall it was a great weekend despite our minor mishaps. You live and you learn right?

Oh and guess what! When I got home I washed my sheets and look look look! They are on the clothesline!

And then it rained for the first time in two weeks. So those babies better dry relatively soon because it's already 10:00 and I'm trying to go to bed soon.

Until next time biddies.