there are no words. i thought i had spent all my love on berlin, but it seems that i can also love another city. and that city, my friends, is barcelona.
let me start by saying that i am currently in the school library so on top of my already lazy capitalization problem, i'm probably going to have some punctuation FAILS in this post. please forgive me.
also, i am extremely busy AGAIN but i am writing this now because if i dont, it will probably never get written and then i will forget everything and then i will CRY. at least i found the caps lock key or whatever.
anyways, i traveled to barcelona with my friend hannah who is from australia and is on exchange at the fu (freie universitaet) this semester as well. we got to barcelona via an incredibly circuitous route aka the frankfurt-hahn airport. the f-h airport claims to be in frankfurt, germany, but actually it is 200 km away and is there only for the purpose of forcing people to suffer. we were there for 10 hours the first way through and it was not pretty. my advice to you is this: avoid frankfurt hahn at all costs. also, ryan air is really hilarious and scary and the pilots are shitty, but i am a student and cheap so that is how it goes. 'nough said.
on friday, we awoke in our barcelona hostel and immediately set forth to explore the city. per taylor's suggestion (sadly, she is already back in the states and could not give us a tour first hand) we walked through las ramblas and headed to the boqueria which is an amazing covered market. wow guys. i'll post pictures later, but the fruit juices we bought were mind blowing. we spent a lot of time photographing the seafood which, in some cases, WAS STILL ALIVE AND WIGGLING. ewwww, but also hilarious. there were also dead, baby pigs we nicknamed (crassly) babe and wilbur and the picture of which will probably not make it onto the blog because it's pretty gross and disturbing.
we then walked to the harbor and really all around these little streets, ate tapas, SHOPPED (ack, wow, the shopping in barcelona is amazing and super dangerous), and then ate amazing paella and drank a bottle of wine. i'm proud to say that we didnt eat dinner until around 11 pm which is almost late for a spaniard and also that we closed the restaurant down.
my only complaint for this weekend was that i had a cold and so i couldnt completely taste everything i ate. i could taste enough, however; barcelona is a food paradise for sure.
ok, i'm going to separate these posts because otherwise you might die of boredom (if i haven't lulled you to sleep already). also pictures will have to wait til i'm back at my home computer.
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