Comments, a day late!
By the time all of the photos uploaded I was too ready for bed to write anything.
Jen left us on Friday (yesterday? I guess so) but before she did we went to the Joan Miro, Picasso, and contemporary art museums in Barcelona, as well as Gaudi’s house La Pedrera. Mom and I went to go to Sagrada family yesterday, but the line was literally around the block. We wandered toward the Palau de Musica Catalana – this absolutely beautiful modernist building. Amazing. But we went in totally the wrong way first, blah blah blah.
I rung in the new year in bed watching Friends and drinking cava, but we saw all the revellers this morning when we went to the train station at 5:30 am to catch our train to San Sebastian, where we are now. The train ride was beautiful, though long. San Sebastian is beautiful, too, but I was so exhausted when we got here that we only walked around for a little while before I crawled in bed for a four hour nap. And here we are.
Anyway that’s that. Pictures soon.
We have been walking a ridiculous amount. By the time we make it home, I am very, very tired.
It is 9 and I am ready to sleep.
You would think that, after being here a good deal more than three months (four! almost four!) I would be accustomed to all of the walking and the being up all night and all of that, but alas.
I am not Spanish. It is not in my blood. I am the lamest 20 (almost 21) year-old there ever was.
I don’t much care. But I was watching……… I think it was Cougartown. And Courtney’s character was complaining about not having any wild stories from her 20’s like her friends. And I am just sitting here knowing that I am going to be like botoxed Courtney in 20 years. Or ten or five.
Oh well. I like sleep more than clubs.
But Barcelona is great. I am more comfortable speaking Spanish than I have ever been, which is weird, but I am revelling in it. I am seeing a lot of this city (including maybe every shoe store… thanks Jen), even if everything we try to go to (restaurant I have researched, museum, etc) is closed. And I am not kidding. It is funny and weird and a little frustrating. But the first time we went to the Picasso museum, closed. The contemporary art museum today, closed. Every restaurant I have looked at, ever, closed.
Here are some pictures:
Here’s the Jen’s blog of our trip: http://shermanburtonbarcelona.wordpress.com/
Sherman Burton Barcelona. Like Vicky Christina Barcelona! Get it?!
I am going to go watch that movie now.
Since there weren’t any the other day, here are some photos from the time I have been here in Barca.
The new faces are Allegra (a friend of Sarah’s) and her friend Lindsey who are studying in Leon. Sarah and Amy are there are well.
And mama and Jen made it here all safely! They didn’t wake up until noon today and then we had cheese for breakfast, walked to Sagrada Familia and then to the ocean, had a late late lunch in Born and came back here.
Such a merry, merry Christmas.
I hope yours was, too!!
I guess I have been here almost a week now: running around with friends when they were here for a few days, which was really great. But now they are all gone and I am here by myself. Which is fine. I have officially compiled a long list of museums and sights and prices for when mama and Jen get here tomorrow. I’ve been grocery shopping up a storm.
This morning I could see the ocean from my bed in my hostel (on the 11th floor… this place is huge).
But other than that I don’t have much to report. It is astounding how many tourists are here, even though it is Christmas time and December. Some teenage Asian girls started taking pictures of me in La Boqueria market this morning.
It was really weird.
That’s Amy and Sarah and I atop Gaudi’s Parc Guell.
Leaving Sevilla was really weird. I had so much time left that it did’t really feel like I was leaving. I kinf of miss being able to walk everywhere.
Anyway. This is very disjointed.
Happy holiday season to all! And lots of love to everyone.
Just in case you have 17 minutes and nothing to do… Our video!
I hope you aren’t expecting too much.
Officially, according to the Spanish calendar and everything (they start on Monday; very simple concept, very hard to get used to) it is my last week in Sevilla. After I leave around 8 pm on Friday, I will spend only about 13 hours in Sevilla between the 18th of January when I come back from Barcelona and the 19th when I head home.
Finals start Wednesday. My big ol’ final project video for my psych class is due tomorrow (don’t you worry, I will post it even if it is all in Spanish). And then boom boom boom boom four tests and I am done done.
I have started packing. My suitcases are reaching capacity.
In case you haven’t got the whole rundown of the travel plans yet:
December 17th-January 1st: Barcelona with friends until the 21st, by myself until the 24th, with mama and Jen the rest of the time.
January 2ndish-January 5thish: Bilbao/Basque Country with mama.
January 6th-January 16th: Serbia with Bogdan and fam
January 16th-January 18th: Barcelona with Juliann
January 18th-January 19th: Sevilla
January 19th-February 17thish: Portland
February 17thish-June 10thish: Bennington
It’s all very overwhelming.
Here is my breakfast from yesterday:
I will very much miss the oranges here. So, so, so, so very delicious.
In other food news, Saturday night Charlotte, Amy and I were planning to head out in search of paella. But good paella and Sevilla don’t seem to be things that go together very well (at least according to the internet information) so we wandered around for a while and looked into a few places and eventually went to this place called Bar Eslava which I had read about on all two of the Sevilla food blogs I managed to dig up (dismal). We stood at the bar for the first time, like the true Spaniards we aren’t. We didn’t understand most of the menu and basically let the waitress order for us, as usual.
Most. Delicious. Tapas. I. Have. Eaten. In. Spain.
I don’t have pictures, but I want to go back, and the food is featured prominently in our weirdo psych video. Meats covered in sauces, Charlotte got this vegetable strudel thing that she said was awesome (because she is a real vegetarian) and we all got these perfectly carved out egg yolk on a bizcocho de bellotas which translates to acorn poundcake but was in the perfect little shape for the egg yolk. And then the whole thing had this winey sauce all over it.
We also got croquetas, which were better than normal, but the tomato salady thing that they were served with UH they totally stole the show.
I am so sad I only discovered this place now and I am trying trying to figure out when I am going to make it back.
If you ever come to Sevilla it is the only place I am telling you you must go (though El Nomada for pizza gets my vote, Douchka for tea because we spend all of our time there, conTenedor for their bozcochos during merienda and I will find out about dinner soooon because we are going, the guys at Los Claveles are sweethearts and that sandwich was pretty awesome, and of course you have to visit my nuns).
Anyway. Sevilla. It’s winding down. It’s weird. But I am not sure it is sad yet.