London was cool, in both senses of the word! Freezing, especially compared to how hot it has been in Madrid until recently. Other downside, super expensive with the pound and all, worse than the euro! Besides those two things I had a really good time. We visited the National Gallery of Art, London Bridge, London Tower, Parliament, Big Ben, Abbey Road, went clubbing and to a traditional British pub. I have some pictures from the trip that I will upload soon.
We did loads of walking and now I'm super tired since I got home yesterday and had to get up at 7:15 for class, ugh. Two comical occurrences from the trip: this pretty cute Russian guy hit on me, and when I turned him down proceeded to hit on my friend; this really drunk guy came up to me at 3 in the morning to ask for directions and then went on to say ''you're shorter than I've ever seen a girl before...That's terrible!'' Ridiculous but hilarious.
Also, curiously enough most people from London that we interacted with were excited that we were from the US. People said things like ''God bless America'' and ''I love your accent.'' Weird right? I guess there feelings from the whole declaring-independence-from-England thing. Everyone there is very polite and sweet. If it wasn't for the weather, weird food and expensiveness I'd totally live there for a bit.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Hilarious exchanges between me and the woman (señora) that I live with
(Note: This is ALL in Spanish)
Me: I´m going to go to bed early tonight. I didn't sleep much last night and am feeling kind of sick.
Señora: No, sleep has nothing to do with it. You're sick because you went to the club last night and sweated a lot and then got cold.
Señora: I put a hook for you in the bathroom for your towel. How do you say hook in English? Hooker?
Me: Haha, no. Hooker means prostitute.
Señora: Oh, no. I did not put a prostitute in the bathroom for you.
Me: (Not knowing how to say snake charmer in Spanish) I saw those guys who play the flutes to make the snakes dance.
Señora: (Laughing) Wait, what you actually just said was ''I saw the guys who play with their flutes,'' like, you know, down there (pointing at crotch).
Maid (Yes, we have a maid and her name is Latifah, like the Queen): Bring back some boys from Barcelona!
Me: I don't think so, but we'll see.
Señora: No...She flirts with a lot of guys at the club, but she's a prude.
Me: Hey, I'm back from my run.
Señora: Is it raining outside or did you shower already?
Me: Neither. I'm just really sweaty...
Señora: Make your bed. It looks like a monkey slept there.
Señora: You go barefoot in the house? It must be because of your astrological sign.
Me: I couldn't sleep.
Señora: Why not?
Me: I had a headache and I think that's what kept me up.
Señora: Are you on your period?
(At the dinner table)
Señora: I'm a little bit _____ (word I don't know in Spanish).
Me: What does that mean?
Señora: Constipated.
Me: I´m going to go to bed early tonight. I didn't sleep much last night and am feeling kind of sick.
Señora: No, sleep has nothing to do with it. You're sick because you went to the club last night and sweated a lot and then got cold.
Señora: I put a hook for you in the bathroom for your towel. How do you say hook in English? Hooker?
Me: Haha, no. Hooker means prostitute.
Señora: Oh, no. I did not put a prostitute in the bathroom for you.
Me: (Not knowing how to say snake charmer in Spanish) I saw those guys who play the flutes to make the snakes dance.
Señora: (Laughing) Wait, what you actually just said was ''I saw the guys who play with their flutes,'' like, you know, down there (pointing at crotch).
Maid (Yes, we have a maid and her name is Latifah, like the Queen): Bring back some boys from Barcelona!
Me: I don't think so, but we'll see.
Señora: No...She flirts with a lot of guys at the club, but she's a prude.
Me: Hey, I'm back from my run.
Señora: Is it raining outside or did you shower already?
Me: Neither. I'm just really sweaty...
Señora: Make your bed. It looks like a monkey slept there.
Señora: You go barefoot in the house? It must be because of your astrological sign.
Me: I couldn't sleep.
Señora: Why not?
Me: I had a headache and I think that's what kept me up.
Señora: Are you on your period?
(At the dinner table)
Señora: I'm a little bit _____ (word I don't know in Spanish).
Me: What does that mean?
Señora: Constipated.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Barcelona (like 5 million years later)
I went to Barcelona a couple of weeks ago and it was the most enjoyable amount of chaos I've ever endured. Our hostal was pretty far from downtown, so we had to take a bus to the train to the metro to get there. Phew, long commute! Some may say that we stayed in ''Barcelona County'' (ahem, Maira Hernandez).
The hostal was really nice though and even had a pool! There were nine of us sleeping in a hostal meant for six people, so that was rather Tetris-esque. It didn't really matter though because we only slept for 2 hours on Friday night and stayed out the whole night Saturday. No big.
The city is gorgeous, architecture wise and in terms of people, but I like madrileños better (people from Madrid). They're just nicer, or at least that's the impression I get. Nothing against Barcelona, I just really like Madrid.
There was this huge festival going on, though I'm not sure what for. Everytime there's a festival in Spain and I ask a Spaniard what it's for, they always just say, ''Oh, it's a festival.'' Not helpful! There was a long parade with people dressed up in giant costumes, like really large puppets. The coolest part was when they used this big projector to project a Mario type sequence on the face of the building so it looked like there were actually people running between the windows while the building was morphing. So awesome!
The second night we went to a concert/dance party with thousands of people. As you might expect, the night ended with us watching some girl pass out on the ground because she was too drunk. But we were all okay, and thankful for that.
The bus ride home was over 8 hours(!) and I conked out super hard. So hard in fact that I didn't even wake up when we stopped for the bathroom and subsequently left some poor soul behind at the gas station! I can't even imagine what I would do in that situation. Probably cry my eyes out until someone came to help me. Hooray for employing the helpless woman image!
Oh! Okay, so the part that was actually the coolest was going to the Picasso Museum! It was free because of the festival and we were able to make it just in time before it closed. He was...impressive, although apparently a ''pig'' when it came to women (here I would like to cite Fran Hopkins. Hi mom!). If you're ever in Spain make sure to visit this location. It's a fun city!
The hostal was really nice though and even had a pool! There were nine of us sleeping in a hostal meant for six people, so that was rather Tetris-esque. It didn't really matter though because we only slept for 2 hours on Friday night and stayed out the whole night Saturday. No big.
The city is gorgeous, architecture wise and in terms of people, but I like madrileños better (people from Madrid). They're just nicer, or at least that's the impression I get. Nothing against Barcelona, I just really like Madrid.
There was this huge festival going on, though I'm not sure what for. Everytime there's a festival in Spain and I ask a Spaniard what it's for, they always just say, ''Oh, it's a festival.'' Not helpful! There was a long parade with people dressed up in giant costumes, like really large puppets. The coolest part was when they used this big projector to project a Mario type sequence on the face of the building so it looked like there were actually people running between the windows while the building was morphing. So awesome!
The second night we went to a concert/dance party with thousands of people. As you might expect, the night ended with us watching some girl pass out on the ground because she was too drunk. But we were all okay, and thankful for that.
The bus ride home was over 8 hours(!) and I conked out super hard. So hard in fact that I didn't even wake up when we stopped for the bathroom and subsequently left some poor soul behind at the gas station! I can't even imagine what I would do in that situation. Probably cry my eyes out until someone came to help me. Hooray for employing the helpless woman image!
Oh! Okay, so the part that was actually the coolest was going to the Picasso Museum! It was free because of the festival and we were able to make it just in time before it closed. He was...impressive, although apparently a ''pig'' when it came to women (here I would like to cite Fran Hopkins. Hi mom!). If you're ever in Spain make sure to visit this location. It's a fun city!
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