Dont know when I last wrote anything. But plans to travel to Lisbon, Portugal were thwarted pretty quickly by a sudden realization of how much money I had (AKA owed), and that my train pass was ending within the next five days. So, I said to myself "self, we should be going back to the UK where we have a UK working holiday visa." So we did!
I took the next train to Barcelona. It was a fancy train, so we watched a movie called 5000 BC or something. People told me this movie was bad, but theyve lost a little credibility in my eyes, as they didnt even slightly touch on how awful this movie truly was. I gave up watching it, when while I was laughing at a certain character confessing his undying love some spanish dude gave me a look like "whats so funny, amigo?!" I tried eating a tomatoe whole, like an apple. It would have been embaressing aside from the fact that the only person who saw me make a huge mess was the guy who LIKED 5000BC. So, I wasnt too shattered.
Met up with some old pals in Barcelona at a hostel. Spring break was code for 'tons of dumb blonde girls', so I wasnt too sad to try and catch a train the next day. Little did I know, France is on strike! France! I literally had just watched a South Park episode joking about Canada going on strike. And then almost an entire country goes on strike. What does that mean to me? France was the final hurdle, and I couldnt even use my train pass. Long story short, I took a very dry humoured flight back to London.
Ill miss the euro-mullets and afternoon naps of Spain, but theres something about dry humour and driving on weird sides of the road.
Now I have to find a job. Which is fine. Theres only a recession. Thats french for "We have lots of jobs so here have a job", right?
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Sevilla
Im in Sevilla, Spain. Tomorrow I think Ill head to Lisbon in Portugal. ...thats pretty much it. Other than that its been: eating tapas, chilling in the park under palm trees; chilling by a fountain, enjoying an afternoon nap; and, chilling on the roof. Hopefully I can get into trouble so I can write you all something ammusing.
Its basically just been ammusing for people nearby as Im forced to scrape together some of the worst Spanish ever spoken. A lot of pointing, grunting, and mis pronouncing ice cream flavours.
But I always say Por favor!
Its basically just been ammusing for people nearby as Im forced to scrape together some of the worst Spanish ever spoken. A lot of pointing, grunting, and mis pronouncing ice cream flavours.
But I always say Por favor!
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Ohhh
Apparently, when the shopkeeper says uno noventa, hes not saying uno momenta. Next thing you know Ive got some old spanish lady yelling UNO NOVENTA!! (Translated, means, One ninety...)
I thought only the english thought that just yelling something makes you automatically speak the language. The people here are super relaxed, but sometimes really relaxed, so dont ever expect speedy service. I mean, they have ciesta. Everybody closes up shop to go home and nap! That, plus free tapas (snacks) with every single drink you order, for free? Everybody should just move here so I dont have to go home. That, or everybody back home totally has to start doing afternoon naps. It aids the digestion.
I thought only the english thought that just yelling something makes you automatically speak the language. The people here are super relaxed, but sometimes really relaxed, so dont ever expect speedy service. I mean, they have ciesta. Everybody closes up shop to go home and nap! That, plus free tapas (snacks) with every single drink you order, for free? Everybody should just move here so I dont have to go home. That, or everybody back home totally has to start doing afternoon naps. It aids the digestion.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Camp Grenada!
Its an easy pun, but yeah, Im here in Grenada. Its rainy, so I havent gotten out to see much yet.
Barcelona was way too hard to leave. But I had already been there a week or something, so I thought I should ramble on.
The squat was great. It ended up being a Polish couple upstairs, two guys from Estonia (Dima and Disa), Sasha the Canadian, and two guys from the Czech Republic. I never memorized their names, as they were a little difficult to pronounce, but they were awesome. One couldnt speak English, so his gestures ranged from asking for money to needing the corkscrew.
It was an intense experience to say the least. What little money there was went to tobacco and wine, for the most part. Other than that you could sneak onto the Metro and find tons of food in the garbage. It sounds gross, but it isnt! I couldnt get over the fact that by just living off what people throw out I ate better than I had in a few weeks, and there was enough for about 8 people.
They knew what dumpsters were for which stores and when they took them out. There wasnt much other people looking in them usually, but if there were you would just share what you found. Tons of tomatoes, potatoes, eggplant, bread, salt, bags and bags of chick peas and kidney beans. There was never anything rotten about them, they just werent par for the stores food quality. We even had a big shrimp dinner on my last night there, followed by a ton of Maltesers that we found.
Ive never been one for the "I hate cops" mentality, and Ill never think of Anarchy as a plausible idea. But the idea of a strong community of open and generous people just looking out for eachother was great. Though some come off as intimidating, and may actually be some of the toughest guys Ive met, they were also some of the sweetest and most generous guys Ill ever meet.
In a nutshell, a very interesting awesome time. I couldve stayed a lot longer in Barcelona, but I have to keep going. So, Grenada? Whats here? I dont know. Ill wait till it stops raining. Portugal soon too! I cant believe how quickly my time here is flying by. You all must be excited to have me back in your miserable lives soon. Anyhow, adios amigos! (Id share what Russian words Ive picked up, but I dont think they fit in any context thats appropriate to share with you.)
Barcelona was way too hard to leave. But I had already been there a week or something, so I thought I should ramble on.
The squat was great. It ended up being a Polish couple upstairs, two guys from Estonia (Dima and Disa), Sasha the Canadian, and two guys from the Czech Republic. I never memorized their names, as they were a little difficult to pronounce, but they were awesome. One couldnt speak English, so his gestures ranged from asking for money to needing the corkscrew.
It was an intense experience to say the least. What little money there was went to tobacco and wine, for the most part. Other than that you could sneak onto the Metro and find tons of food in the garbage. It sounds gross, but it isnt! I couldnt get over the fact that by just living off what people throw out I ate better than I had in a few weeks, and there was enough for about 8 people.
They knew what dumpsters were for which stores and when they took them out. There wasnt much other people looking in them usually, but if there were you would just share what you found. Tons of tomatoes, potatoes, eggplant, bread, salt, bags and bags of chick peas and kidney beans. There was never anything rotten about them, they just werent par for the stores food quality. We even had a big shrimp dinner on my last night there, followed by a ton of Maltesers that we found.
Ive never been one for the "I hate cops" mentality, and Ill never think of Anarchy as a plausible idea. But the idea of a strong community of open and generous people just looking out for eachother was great. Though some come off as intimidating, and may actually be some of the toughest guys Ive met, they were also some of the sweetest and most generous guys Ill ever meet.
In a nutshell, a very interesting awesome time. I couldve stayed a lot longer in Barcelona, but I have to keep going. So, Grenada? Whats here? I dont know. Ill wait till it stops raining. Portugal soon too! I cant believe how quickly my time here is flying by. You all must be excited to have me back in your miserable lives soon. Anyhow, adios amigos! (Id share what Russian words Ive picked up, but I dont think they fit in any context thats appropriate to share with you.)
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