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Saturday, March 19, 2011

Time flies

Wow so it has officially been 2 months here in Spain. I cant believe it, time really has gone by fast! What have I been doing? Not much. Living it up. Yesterday I just went by the river and drew the bridge for a while, a spanish  lady gave my drawing a thumbs up. Studying for my spanish classes, its that time of the semester for presentations. Planning future travels when I have barely any money left. Just living like a spaniard. So I have decided to dedicate this post to the differences I have noticed here in Spain.

  • Feet are disgusting, you always have to be wearing some type of shoes or cover on your feet.
  • When it's hot out.. it's still cold for Spaniards, I see people in heavy coats all the time when Im burning up.
  • Soup is a common food here
  • Ham is apparently the cheapest meat there is. 
  • The economy is a lot worse here and health care is free!
  • Kids are rarely disciplined
  • They do not believe in the line system here
  • People walk really slow
  • Dreadlocks and rat tails are in
  • You have to be dating someone for more than 5 years to call them your boyfriend/girlfriend
  • I have a lot of staring contests
  • Its all about fashion and wearing heels 24/7
  • Coffee is a lot better here, less water more "umph"
  • Drinking is no big deal here.. but then again no one gets drunk
  • Hitting on the ladies is completely normal and expected
  • Electricity and water are the most expensive bills
Thats it for now!!
Besos

Monday, March 14, 2011

Paris, Je t'aime

Bonjour!
Okay before I tell you about Paris, you have to understand my love for Paris, France. I always wanted to take French, that was even my best language in Intro to languages class. My favorite pasttime is watching french movies. My favorite movie of all time is Moulin Rouge. I have multiple french bands/singers on my ipod. Johnny Depp lives in France. I have posters of the Moulin Rouge, and the Eiffel tower in my room. Paris is truly my ultimate favorite city, and after living it, it still is.
Once we arrived to France immediately we headed towards the Eiffel tower, which was breathtaking. I almost cried, no joke, I have always dreamt of seeing its beauty and finally it happened. Then I ate a cheese sandwhich, Heather ate a huge hot dog and Chenoa had churros as we all stared at what we were going to climb. First off the line was longer and the cost was higher for riding the elevator to the top so us b.a.s. decided to walk it. There were a lot of stairs. I had to put my head between my knees to make the black spots go away. But the view was amazing! Once we headed down our next destination was the catacombs, but sadly we headed in the wrong direction.. this is when we bought our map.
The louvre was the closest so we decided to give it a little check up. We decided to actually see the museum the next day though so then we knew our hostel was far away so we began our hike. Blue Planet Hostel was two thumbs up.... no not at all. We get there and the guy at the front desk ignored us as he chatted on his phone. Then told us we had to buy sheets if we didnt have our own.. and just to knock on the door because someone was already there. What? Our three person room turned to six. Seriously I have watched enough horror movies to not be ok with this place. Then the next morning free breakfast consisted of "chuckie Cheese" coins to put in the vending machines. We are still laughing about this.
So after we ditched that lovely hostel we went to give Quasimoto a hello at the Notre Dame. I loved all of the gargoyles, seriously Gothic cathedrals are probably my most favorite buildings. We arrived too early to climb to the top so I told old Quasi I'd meet him another day. Then Chenoa and Heather had to go to the bathroom, so we learned that France have the coolest free, public Don Johns that clean themselves after every use. Next we saw the Louvre which was humongous.... I believe biggie now that the king used to let deer loose in the Louvre and then hunt them with his dogs.. that place was muy grande. Heather was afraid shed never find us after we all accidentally split up. But I got to see the Mona Lisa, which was smaller than I thought. A lot of Goya, some egyptian, asian and african exhibits and then I was donnee.
The catacombs were supposed to be next.. but no, they closed right as I got there. I was soooo sad. But after sitting in a cafe for two hours we decided to take a sloooow hike to the Moulin Rouge. We headed out and shopped for a bit and ate at a italian restaurant. We made a huge circle but finally got to the moulin rouge which is still showing nudey shows, I had no idea! But the shows were like 160 euros.. when I become a can-can dancer I'll let ya'll in for free. So we had some time to kill since we refused to go to another hostel. We sat in a McDonalds that played really raunchy music videos. Then I got to experience the life of a hobo as we waited for the bus.
I definately did not want to leave the lovely Paris but I was completely exhausted when I got home. (my spanish home of course)
FOTOS
Bises

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Cumpleaños de Chenoa!

Vale, so here in España turning 21 means nothing. But I brought the American-ness 21 year old celebration to life for Chenoa! It was a glorious birthday on March 1st. Chenoa's host mom is so adorable, she cleaned the living room just for her birthday so she could have friends over. Then she invited all the host moms and their girls in this building because she didnt want to leave anyone out of the festivities. She made a scrumptious mango cake with chocolate frosting, sounds odd but it was fabulous (no fake 'deliciosos') She also loved Matt, Heather's boo, because he loved her tortilla so in return she loved him.
After eating a lot and Chenoa explaining to her host mom the importance of turning 21 we decided to go out and buy her drinks! Now let me remind you March first = tuesday night = the streets were dead. We tried to go to our favorite bar Flaherty's, but they had a private party. All Chenoa wanted was a margarita, and we were all determined to get her one. We walked all around Sevilla and to the place where Heather and I had gotten our Jumbo-slurpee-sized-Mojitos when we first got here. They had jumbo-slurpee-sized-margaritas as well.
Hallelujah we found a place. Everything went swimingly. Chenoa had her marg, Heather bought her a chupito (shot) with whipped cream on top, I got her one with tabasco sauce (she loves tabasco sauce) and then Matt got her one that tasted like cough syrup... ew. We even made friends, I kept pointing to Chenoa and saying "Sus cumpleaños!!" People clapped, one tried to sing and then this one guy was determined to kiss Chenoa but not on my watch! We also taught him how to say a pick up line and in english it is pronounced "joke" not "yoke." My favorite part was when I got to translate between this crazy spanish man who works for Guarda Civil and this american couple. The American guy said he studied Spanish in Costa Rica.. but he didn't know very much at all. The crazy Spaniard said I was really good at Spanish, which I hope he was telling the truth. Anywho we stayed there until 1:30 am and I had to drag Chenoa back home since she didnt want to leave. Best birthday ever!! Feliz cumpleaños Chenoa!!
Besos!