La Rambla and La Boqueria Market, Barcelona


IMG_1283We all overslept on the Saturday following our first night out in Barcelona.  I don’t know about everyone else, but I’m a brat about sleep and hostiles definitely take some getting used to.   When we all finally woke up and ate our massive American style hangover breakfasts, we went straight to La Rambla.

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DO Date a Girl Who Travels


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She’s the one who doesn’t think twice about hair straighteners and curling irons.  She’s content with her waves and braids.  It’s one less thing to not think about when she’s not planning her next day.  While others are getting ready for the night, she’s off seizing the day.

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How to Score a Sandwich in Barcelona

(If you don’t want to know, don’t read it.)

Step by Step.

1.)  Go to La Rambla.  It’s located right off of Plaza Catalunya.  You can’t miss it.

2.)  Identify someone selling beer.  They sell more than beer.

3.)  Approach and inquire.  They will tell you to meet them off the main street.

4.)  Find the nearest bushes in the alley where they told you to meet.  Walk to them.

5.)  Search the bushes.  Have you ever played Zelda?  Link has to go cut bushes to find rupees.  This is the same.

6.)  Locate the sandwiches.  They will be hidden

7.)  GTFO.  Bounce before the guy gets there. 

8.)  Enjoy your sandwich.  Watch out for sandwich haters.

My experience.

I was walking back with Sora around 4am.  I desperately needed water, so we decided to combine my search for water with a hunt for sandwiches.  In our drunken states, we went up to a few people and asked if they knew where we could find any, to no avail.  Finally, some sketchy little round man came up and said he could help us.  He told us to meet us in the alley off the main street.  We watched him walk towards a potted plant in the alley square and looked around in the bushes.  Eventually, he came up on a small bag of sandwich.  We made the trade and GTFO.  In the future I’m just going to the giving bush and finding it myself.

It is much easier in Madrid.


indepenDANCE Club and Rastro, Madrid


I just got back from church and I almost fell asleep like five times.  I’m exhausted.  Last night was wild.  I wanted to meet up with a friend of mine from Newport who has been living in Madrid since September.  He gave me directions, and told me to take the metro.  So, about California people and public transportation…it’s sort of like a foreign language.  I was super nervous because I didn’t want to get lost, but at the same time I figured if everyone was saying it was easy I better be able to figure it out.

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Thoughts on a Subway in Madrid

Sitting on the metro.  I hope I’m on the right one.  I didn’t want to carry my journal and regretting it because now I have to use my iphone as a notetaker.  This would be a perfect time to write.

Tonight is my second night in Madrid and first night alone in Spain.  I’m not nervous.  My Spanish is better than I thought it was; it’s just the different accent and rapid speaking that makes me second guess all of my responses.  That will get easier.

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