ive been slacking part 2: spring break: barcelona

Monday March 28- Thursday March 31

BARCELONA

- monday: we got to barcelona from paris, thank god everything went smoothly.. paris was HORRIBLE.

- we walk into our 4 star hotel and FALL onto the bed because it was so nice; only 60 euro for three nights and i HAD A REAL SHOWER OMG YEASS.. and my elbows didnt hit the side either

- we walked down to La Rambla and met up with melissa and toni, and met up with Kelley Capasso, so many crazy creepy people at La Rambla hahaah...

- THE BOQUERIA: an amazing market with so much food, chilies, sweets, meats, fish. UNREAL. dolla smoothies. ran into Ali Sheets, an old friend and made plans to go out that night.

-went to a hole in the wall place for dinner, honestly could not speak the language and picked five different things from the menu to eat. welp, we picked the best things and got artichokes con queso, an omelette, mushrooms, fish and squid, all for under 10 euro a person.

- went to this bar called dow jones: the drinks are listed on a screen with prices next to them. if no one is ordering drinks, the price goes down, but once demand is in play (someone orders drinks) the price of that drink rises. i was in the bathroom and all the lights shut off and there were sirens. i run outside thinking that aliens are invading or the police had come in for some drug trade BUT it was the "stock market crash"- every drink price dropped below 2 euro. you can tell that we ordered EVERYTHING on the menu.

- feeling good, went to otto zukes/zutes? and saw EVERYONE from pitt there, bret, elan, brody EVERYONE. music was bumping, the dj was amazing, we were high on life...

Tuesday:

- woke up and met toni and melissa at la rambla, and went to the AQUARIUM!! ahhh, it was so coool, huge sharks, a people mover, FISH ahh. soo essiting.

- went to the mall, shopped around

- GOT A BODA B's SANDWICH: got todas las salsas (every single sauce they had) no wonder i felt disgustingly sick afterwards. i was sick because of the sandwich AND almost got my wallet stolen.

- we were sitting on a bench, me with my bag open, jesus im a fucking retard... some motorcycle comes up to us and starts speaking in FRENCH, who the hell speaks french in spain. weird... toni turns around and sees some other guy reaching for my wallet .. she smacks him and he drops the wallet. THE SHITTIEST PICK POCKETER EVER...... who the heck drops the wallet when you have it in your hands.
- anyway. we were walking along the beach, after the pickpocket incident and there is this man walking around the beach totally naked. NAKED. when no one else is. SCHLONG HANGING and swinging everywhere! we couldnt look away but we didnt want to look at the same time. we were so confused.
- went on the water for PAELLA for dinner. it was unreal. split 5 bottles of wine and took a shot after dinner.
- went to chipitos a shot bar and had a harry potter shot ahhahahah and a chipito shot.
- made our way to shoko, a huge club on the water because our guy friends could not get into opium. they were wearing sneakers just like everyone else and when we asked why they werent allowed in the guy said that their shoes were "dirty and old".. oh well. we had a blast at shoko, was invaded by italians (STOP FOLLOWING ME)

- came home at 4 am.

- WEDNESDAY:

- went to the boqueria and park guell, an amazing place, all mosaic by Gaudi. these italian kids thought we were spanish and serenaded us (sami and i) for 5 minutes and video taped it. weirrdd.

- went to chinese for dinner, had 5 bottles of wine at the chinese restaurant between 6 people, and our waiter decides to give us these shots that taste like LEMON pledge. ew fucking gross...... AND then he gives us the bottle. ugh bad night

- THEN pregamed at Pippermints, known for their fishbowls omg terrible idea. puked in the bathroom, rallied, and went to Broadbar, and blacked out apparently danced on a million people and had a great time. not sure how we got home though... oh well.

- almost didnt wake up for my flight except for the fact that the maids walked in on me half naked in bed. cool. .. the girls drunk packed all of MY shit. so i had no phone in prague. not like i needed one...

- spilled my water in the check in line in the airport, great morning..

 

ENJOYY

on to prague.

spring break: PARIS

Paris: Friday March 25- Monday March 28

- at the airport, amanda orders a sandwich and clearly gives the guy a 50 dollhair bill. he gives her change for a 20. he honestly just pocketed 30 euro... we called the manager and put up a fight, but the douchebag lied to us.

- we get in the cab in paris and the driver cannot speak a lick of english and on top of it, he doesnt know where to go. he drives us in circles for honestly 20 minutes and sasha and i are trying to navigate/yell at him in french. wow, thanks high school french for getting me NOWHERE.

- had an amazing dinner after mr. toads wild ride. dinner consisted of duck confit, and roasted potatoes, a nice change from italian food.
- saturday: we headed to notre dame and saw where quasimodo lived, we also heard him ring the bells for us. what a gentleman. i never understood why esmerelda never got with him, i could get over that face i think. we also saw the gargoyles which were amazing.
- the girls got bombarded by these little shit gypsy kids who pretended to be deaf, but clearly werent because an hour later we heard them yelling to each other. what fucking assholes.
- had lunch at a bistro where i ordered a croque monsieur, basically a fancy grilled ham and cheese. it was amazing, but they charged me 4 euro for a tiny ass bottle of water. the french are such douchebags.
-we walked along the siene going towards the eiffel tower eating nutella crepes, and took a million pictures while trying to fend off the obnoxious venders "1 euro".
- had dinner where the woman told me that i should "work on my french" seriously such douchebags. sorry i cant pronouce sausage correctly in french. fuck you.
- hostel confiscated our alcohol because apparently it was dry... soo we had to grab it before dinner and brought it to cameron and danielle's apartment they had for the weekend. everyone on my program who was in paris at the time was there. we had a pregame, they went out while we went home. we were preparing ourselves for barcelona in the next few days.
- ran into some drunk french kids while i tried to hit on them using my best french speaking abilities. FAILED.

- went to the metro to go home, it stopped running and we found out after we were waiting for it for 15 minutes. hate my life.

sunday:

- i went to the louvre and the musee d'orsay by myself. no one wanted to go with me. whatever. no one appreciates art like i do...culture defective ammmuricans. didnt even see half of the louvre but saw the mona lisa which is pretty neat...

- the musee d'orsay had a gaugain and van gogh exhibit so i HAD to see it. it was amazing, everything i imagined it would be

- met up with everyone including pat and justin and had dinner at this restaurant my mom had suggested called Champs Du Mars. ordered the steak frites, totally expensive, the waiter hated us because we were americans (seriously these douchebags think their shit doesnt stink) and then left to go to the eiffel.. every 20 minutes it lights up and it was so romantic. FML.

 ON TO THE NEXT ONE... BARCELONA