barcelona was a lot of fun, really nice city. big. really big. i liked it a lot. we took a midnight bus there on thursday night and got in friday morning groggy and feeling like crap after not having slept much and then wandered around the city with the group for a while. the girls checked into their hostel and took a nap and i went to the terrace on the top of the roof and read and wrote and smiled in the sunshine for a bit. then it got cold and i got to put on my flannel and hoodie and it was nice to be cold after the weather being hot for so long. i ended up staying at my friend stephanie's because it was cheap and free and was really amazing actually because she left for ibiza that weekend and just gave me her key. she lives in a science lab, a modern building with brushed concrete ceilings and floors and white walls and white shelves and ikea chairs and plates and pots and silverware and halogen lights in the walls with door numbers on the bottom right of the doors.
went out a little that night and ended up in some alley far from everything with two girls and a bartender that was ecstatic to have americans who spoke spanish in his bar and kept talking about tennessee for some reason and gave us all free beers and i went home early to my white cell and woke up feeling terrific. i got to take a shower in a bathroom that was approximately 1 foot by 2 feet and ended up almost standing on the toilet during the whole experience.
went to the beach and saw my wonderful friend my plastic floating in the water and then climbed the moutain of the jews with a jew and saw a castle and a olympic stadium and a concert place and a couple of museums and a really quite fanstastic view of the city. i stood in front of a palace and took a picture for my mom. it looked like this.
went down and bought a pizza to cook in the kitchen and it took me 10 minutes to figure out how to use the damn oven and when i finally did the pizza burned on the top and didn't cook on the bottom but i was hungry and out of money and ate it anyways and spent the next couple of hours with a stomach ache worried i was going to throw up because of eating uncooked bread. i didn't. or at least i haven't yet. went out again that night to a bar that kelsie and peter and brett and everyone else had talked about called la ovella negra and it turned out to be super ghetto and smelled like dirty cigs and old beer and was like a big cafeteria hall but had a good atmosphere and a pool table and lots of places to sit and lots of life and was all in all a pretty good vibe. ended up sitting on a plaza with a fountain with a guy from ireland a girl from germany and a girl from france talking about nothing in particular til 5 in the morning. this is a picture from that night with my friend monika. look how happy i am to be in barcelona. i'm smiling. positively radiant.
sunday i went and saw all the gaudi stuff which is really quite spectacular. it's like dr. seuss was just coming off a three day sleep deprived acid trip and then immediately jumped into a week long mushroom bender and then rounded it all off with a little bout of alcoholism all the while drawing and sketching. the apartment buildings are crazy, segrada familia is going to take forever to finish and is very neat, and park guell is nuts. all very pretty. all very scary in a subliminal sort of way.
that night we rounded out our stay with some good old fashioned chinese food and the whole speaking spanish in a chinese restaurant will never get old to me and then went and met everyone at this incredible fountain light show thing at placa espanya where in front of the palace that's a museum there are waterfalls flowing down and leading to a huge fountain that reminds me of seattle center except no giant half orb just water and it pulses and changes color and music plays and all the way down the road leading to it are fountains. it looks like this. kind of.
yeah, so kind of. a lot prettier in person you can imagine.
ran from this place to the bus station, hopped on an 11 pm bus from barcelona, got into madrid at 6 after sleeping for maybe 2 hours, went home and passed out for an hour, went to class and work all day and then finally died last night for a couple hours. this is what i looked like on the metro going to the bus, happy to be leaving a city full of stink and love.
all these pictures are for matt who whines a lot.
and yeah, i wore the same thing all weekend. big deal.
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