coffee and a bocadillo in BCN

Traveling alone is extremely conducive to eavesdropping. Since this trip (that’s sadly coming to an end) has required so many flights, I’ve had many, many opportunities to listen in on excited chit-chat at airport gates.

Right now I’m listening to some off-duty flight-attendants complaining with vitriol about passengers who ask, “Is this [peanuts and a mini can of pop] all we’re getting?” Their unanimous off-duty response: “Ummm... yeah.”

funniest thing ever

Last night we enjoyed some delicious fried fish for dinner. The idea was that we'd eat it while sitting on the curb outside the bar so that we could peek in at the football game on la tele. We figured that the dirty looks we got from several passersby had something to do with the ketchup we were using on our fish. Looking back, it was probably the steaming pile of dog shit within two feet of our makeshift dining room that they were judging.

esta cabalgata en Sevilla > our parades in Chicago

but is that blackface at the end?

charming

guy in bar (GIB): "¿Hablas español?"
me: "eh.. Poquito!"
GIB: "Tu amiga, la Chinita, es la mujer de mis sueños."
me: "ah Sí, ella es muy guapa, no?"
GIB: "In dee next life, she will be mine."
me: "Sí, claro."
GIB: "Solo, eh, fucking. ¿Has visto Spanish cock?"
me: "Cassie! Come here, you gotta hear this..."
GIB: "I shock pussy! I shock pussy!"

Seville does not rhyme with Cruella de Vil.

Luckily for me, Vicki arrived in Sevilla not too long after I did, so I was able to go home with her instead of waiting hours in the airport arrivals area for Cassie (-- Although by the time I spotted her I had pretty much resigned myself to an evening of Hugh-Grant-voice-over-in-Love-Actually-reminiscent basking in arrivals area love.)

Anyway, two reasons why an evening with Vicki was better:
1. The Estufa


It's this awesome heating device that sits underneath the table. You put a heavy tablecloth over the table, and then put your legs under the tablecloth while you chillax, as is shown above. Very warm, and an excuse to all sit around the table together. Love it.

2. Vicki said something along the lines of, "You know how when you die, on your grave it says, for example, "Ellen 1986-3081"? Well, that dash represents your life." Whoa.

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Because of some unforeseen circumstances, Cassie and I spent the last two nights in this hostel, which was actually pretty sweet. We chose it because it came up first when we organized the results of our Google search for "cheap barcelona hostels" according to price, but frequent readers of this blog will quickly surmise that there was another reason I was so pumped about this place:














Last night when we asked one of the guys working there what we should do this morning in our final few hours in the city he said, "There's nothing to do here. And it's going to be raining. You should stay here and smoke. And cook pasta. That would be good."

P.S. Props to whoever's photos these are that I borrowed from the common computadora.

Euro keyboard

Look at all the characters that I have access to on this here keyboard español:

ñ,€,¬,Ñ,Ç,¨,ª, and º

And Caps Lock is "Bloq Mayús."

scariest/most hilarious person to travel with ever:

This lady right here.

Me gusta mucho Barcelona!

'olidays for me

And some España también, but I don't have exact addresses for where I'll be there which makes finding Google satellite images for it a little less exciting.