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a guy told us that as we were waiting for the bus. He wanted to know where he could find a 24h-liquor-store and we couldn’t tell him
I think it sums up the whole London-thing pretty well.
Or maybe it’s just my special gift to be annoyed even in London.
But considering I think I caught my inflamed throat inbetween stuffy tube tunnels, and a very humid weather that made me abhor wearing anything with sleeves, it was a so-so experience.
I’ll try and blog and might expand this entry tomorrow, with pictures, too.
I’m pretty sure there’s much more to be told than I am penning down right now…
Thursday
I actually got up without any problems around 4 and made my way to the airport.
The beautiful thing about going TO London is that the plane took off at 6.30am and landed at 6.50am.
With public transportation, it took about 1.5 hours to get to Viktoria’s and from there we basically left right away for her to print, bind and hand in her Master-dissertation. CONGRATS!!
So… we went grocery shopping afterwards and then headed towards Camden.
I bought a lovely new skirt and a cheap shirt at a cheap shop and couldn’t bring myself to buy more as I didn’t feel like trying on stuff (humidity and tiredness here) or spending more money.
I did buy a see-through umbrella and a tiny studded leather bracelet.
We then picked up Nieske at Camden Town Station only to have a big fat pigeon shit on my hand. YIKES…!
At least it didn’t hit my hair or my clothes… :-/
We went shoe shopping for a bit only to find that the cute shoes I was fancying were all sold out in my size 
Nieske did buy a nice pair of trainers.
Exhausted as we all were, we went back to Viktoria’s place to cook up some dinner (with a vegetable called Okra) and then drank some girly white wine to get ready for the night out…
We went to the Metro Club and got flyers so the entry was free.
yay
Not much going on though, two stupid guys tried to hit on us and the feeling that the DJ might just need to practice a little more. sheesh. Talk about random playlists, seriously!
So, we called it a day pretty early. The only really interesting thing about the club were the VERY weird clothing choices of some ladies (like mini-mini-mini black latex-dresses) and the cheek some guys have trying to hit on you. Very creative. not.
Friday
Nieske wanted to spent the day on her own, so after sleeping in, Viktoria and I had some lunch (yes, it was that late…) and headed of to the Tate modern.
They had a photography exhibition on that I would’ve really loved to see, but again, was too cheap to spend 10 pounds on it *sighs*
I’m a terrible tourist (well, considering we decided not doing so much touristy stuff 
)
We went back home to eat and for Viktoria to take a shower before we headed off toward Brick Lane where Viktoria wanted to meet some friends for a small good-bye party.
Unfortunately, we ran really really late, so instead of being there at 7 as she had proposed, we got to the Club (93 Feet East) shortly before 8 :-/
So only one of her guests actually showed up, many of the others not having her cell phone number. We did meet an Italian and a Spanish guy who had just moved to London to live and work here, and, since they had to work, they left pretty early.
The inside of the 93 Feet East is REALLY not my type of club as it sounded like hard core electric dance music (I’m not good at telling genres apart in that area), but they sold wine by the bottle, had a nice beer garden and a booth that sold Thai food. yay.
We also had some Indian sweets that Viktoria bought for us to try, but for some reason, most of the time I was in London, I couldn’t really eat.
I’m guessing it had to do with me not sleeping and being stressed out. I should probably really go and get my stomach checked for any gastric disease..
Shortly before midnight we went to go to another club we had picked out beforehand (not in Camden), called The Borderline. Again, it was sort of a disappointment. They had live music when we came, but we missed most of the show. The guitarrist also looked about 17 and was picked up by his mum 
Afterwards, the music, again, was…. well, let’s say very alternative… hardly knew any songs at all, again, the DJ sounded like he needed a little more practice (he also looked 17ish) and the sound. Oh my… The sound was probably the most horrible I have heard in a while, far too loud and screechy, it really, seriously, hurt my ears…
There was a lot of coupling going on on the dance floor from very all over the place 2m-gay-guys dancing to wall-flower office-workers finally getting around to going on a date – in their work clothes…
And the wittiest conversations in the girl’s room:
OH MY GOD, did you just see that?
- Yes, did he just kiss you?
OH MY GOD, yes, he just came up and I was like ‘oh’
- Oh my god, I saw and I thought ‘oh my god, did they just kiss?
I know, he just kissed me and I was like ‘oh, okay…’
I’m guessing you get the picture
Again, we left sort of early – at least earlier and more sober than I had expected…
And I still blame myself for letting Viktoria sleep on the thin little mattress I brough instead of having her sleep in her own bed. I’m just too much of a sucker for beds…
Saturday
As Viktoria was packing and saying goodbye to more friends, Nieske and I met up for the Portobello Road Market. We had really nice and sunny weather for a change but weren’t really in the mood for shopping.
As Nieske’s ankle hurt and my nose was running like crazy (I’m guessing allergies), we decided to sit and have some lunch. I forgot the name of the place, but it was cute, organic and had free Ice Water
Afterwards we made our way back through the city to the London Eye.
We really wanted to go. Really.
Even with it being expensive and all.
We just didn’t expect such a HUGE Disney-land-like line (or queue as they say in Britain) and so we finally settled on sitting in the park, eating Ice Cream and watching the Eye instead…
Was nice, too.
We met Viktoria back in the Brick Lane where we took her out for dinner in a nice Indian Restaurant called “Café Naz“.
The food and the atmosphere were really nice and I highly recommend the place, even though I could hardly eat 3 bites and had them pack some for me – even though I’m guessing it was actually too posh a place to usually do that. Ah well. I had it for breakfast at the airport the next day.
After dinner, we strolled up Brick Lane, looked at some street art and a bus/restaurant that was serving in the streets there and finally sat in front of the Exit (name of the place, silly!) for another bottle of wine.
A friend of Viktoria’s came to meet us there and after some nice conversation about wether there is some kind of divine force, the number of dimensions in existance, sex and who tasted better, men or women, we made out to put up some of his art on the london street walls. (By the way, apparently, I’m one of those people who gets everyone else talking about sex when they’re around…. )
He does digital art, this particular piece being a merging of a male and female body, however, due to the eyes and the small breasts, it still does look rather feminine (at least I think so).
So, if you see a black and white picture of a female torso looking just slightly off (like, in the fleur-des-lis-road) – that was us 
Sunday
Of course, saturday night turned out the best in terms of easy-going fun and instead of being back at Viktorias at 10 pm, we only got back shortly before midnight. Having to finish packing still, that left me with two hours of sleep before catching the National Express from Finchley Road back to the Airport…
I sat next to this young black guy whose family was speaking… I don’t know. Some french dialect? But when he suddenly spoke German to his mother, not knowing I understood him, I couldn’t sleep anymore. Couldn’t really, anyhow, so I almost got sick on the bus, what with little sleep and me hating to travel by coach.
I had been warned that security takes ages at Stansted, but I was really early, only having to worry about an old guy trying to cut the long line in one of the airport’s stores.
He got all offended and grumbled something about him not having the goddam stick for no reason but I told him if he had just asked nicely, I would’ve let him go up front. But he hadn’t.
The woman next in line apparently let him in though, so he proceeded to almost lean on me and moaning and rambling in my ear until I was up at the cashier. yuck…
Anyhow. I slept through most of the flight, luckily, didn’t throw up and made it back home safe and sound before 11am.
I still didn’t have much use of the day as I was so totally whooped that I even slept through the interview for a shared appartment that I was supposed to go to.
Ah well, I’ve kinda decided on renting something on my own anyhow =)
To-Do-List
We made a list beforehand of what we wanted to do, so here goes:
mandatory:
1. Go out in Camden once
well, we just decided otherwise
2. get drunk and dance a lot
check – well, sort of.
3. sing somewhere, either cheesy karaoke or open-mic or both
no
4. have lots of fun with Nieske and Viktoria!
check
5. pretend to be British ladies!
check
6. eat at Wagamama
nope. I didn’t even see it.
7. Go to Brick Lane
check
not mandatory but possibly nice
- buy pretty things
check
- Go to the Tate modern
check
- not suffer from stendal syndrome afterwards
sort of check
- kiss someone pretty and/or sexy
check
Extra B-list stuff by Nieske
- London Eye (didn’t do that the last time I was in London, but it seems pretty cool, though expensive)
we stood in front of it, does that count?
- various tourist attractions?
no, thanks
- take pretty photographs
sort of check =)
Pictures
later…
yesterday was one of the more annoying days…
I was a slacker in the morning til I went to see the appartment which was, as expected, pretty, but way too small and too expensive for the size. I have high hopes for Monday…
Anyways, so I realized I didn’t take my key with me. My roomie was working in D and was about to leave for south-germany in the afternoon. So I had the neighbours let me in the house, left my stuff (computer groceries, …) in the hallway and had to go by train to D to get the key and later leave it with friends for him to retrieve tonight as I’ll be gone.
Of course, I didn’t really get anything done afterwards. I was so damn aggrevated, I wish I could put that energy to better use…
Ah well, I’m off to meet Nieske in Utrecht and make music today. Yay, yay, yay!
… i went on a retreat…
But well, first things first, let me recount the week:
Tuesday
Was the last day to study before the alarm.
Unfortunately, after eating a left-over scampi-pizza from Monday, I came down with some sort of food poisoning (I think) which led to 39,4°C fever, calling the doctor at 9.30pm, getting a shot and being entirely unaible to study…
Wednesday – Friday morning
Though the fever had apssed overnight, I was hoping I could re-take the exam at some later date this semester, but was informed it was highly unlikely. If I didn’t take and pass it now, I would have to wait til next year January…
So, I sat down with lots of meds and vitamins and took the exam…
The people I work with in the Psychology Department went on a retreat on Tuesday and I was to follow on Wednesday. When I got the fever, I thought I should stay home, ’specially considering I wanted to ditch the exam.
But after I took it I felt I deserved to get away for a few days, so I rushed home, packed in half an hour and headed off to the train station…
I went with Jenni and after a 2h train ride and 30 minutes in the car, we finally arrived at the leeetle appartment we’d rented for these few days. It was in a remote village in the mountains (well, hills…) because the purpose of the whole retreat was to write our respective thesises without too much distraction.
We did watch the olympics a lot though and had food and games at night. Also, some music was made =)
I didn’t sleep so well at night though, getting back up Wednesday night from 2.30 – 5am and having a very long midnight-talk with my prof thursday night.
Ah well… There’s pictures of the pathetically idyllic landscape below, taken with my spiffy cellphone-camera
Good News, too: I wrote 4 pages of my thesis and I passed the exam.
rest of Friday
I got home to find the roomie had left the place in the same, if not messier and dirtier condition as it was on Wednesday. Also, all food was gone from the fridge.
Worn out and sick to my stomach from the trip home (back seat + mountains + little sleep. = no good) I called him to enquire where the milk went and if he was ever gonna do his share of cleaning.
Apparently, this annoyed him enough to send me an elaborate e-mail about how he’s not responsible for the problems I have with myself (d’oh?), how he doesn’t have to answer to me (he does when it comes to this appartment…), how my reminding and nagging about him doing his duties makes him sick (then just do it…) and some more stuff.
In short: It crushed all my hopes of him actually ever becoming cleanlier, so I’m – again – looking for a new place…
This time, it’ll probably be a small appartment as I don’t have any hopes of finding a room big enough for all my stuff in a shared appartment.
I might get a bigger place to share with someone new, but I can’t think of anyone right now and am not sure I wanna take risks with complete strangers.
Pictures:
This is where we stayed. The house is, of course, behind the tree!
Our backyard. Mind the goat in the bottom-right corner!
TWO rainbows and an actual valley. Awww!
Pathetically idyllic landscape
A hovering fly
A run-over frog. There goes the idyll.
(The frog was where I regretted not taking my dSLR…)
after days and weeks of contemplation (months, if you count in the time since Viktoria first invited me to visist her. uhm. years actually), I finally got around to buying tickets.
I’ll be in London from Aug. 28 – 31, YEAH!
With Nieske, too =)
And maybe more pics of public loos.
I’ve heard lots of weird stuff about the IK, things that make you think “uhm, right” and when I finally was there – I found it was all true!
It IS very interesting, you meet LOTS of new people, they are all crazy and it takes you approximately 2 weeks to settle back into normal life again. (I’m not sure on the last part, I’ve only been home for 4 days and I’m not settled yet…)
So, here’s what I learned:
- WHERE THE CASTLE IS!
- There’s cameras everywhere
- And I actually didn’t miss mine too much
- One can actually make friends in a week!
- I can make friends.
- Apparently I have a weird sense of humor…
- In Argentinian Tango it’s all about cooperating, communicating and finding empty spots in the room.
- you practice improvisations by talking about it. Lots.
- Shimponese babies are ten meters long !!!
- what happens on IK stays on IK – but nothing really happens…
- I can scrape my knee playing water(!)ball
- Food is better when dispensed 5 times a day
- but if I drink beer I can’t eat as much
- I can actually stand to drink beer (when mixed w/ lemonade)
- Günne makes your face wrinkly
- Apes play Ultimatum Games. Sometimes
- Some men have magical hands – And it’s time I saw a massage therapist
- You don’t get half of the stuff done that you wanted to (well, I didn’t…)
- Chasing Cars is best sung with three voices
- If you sing lovesongs together on stage, you must be deeply in love!
- Some people just don’t get it
- They put the pointy furniture in all the wrong places. And the doors, too.
- what’s bed-working?
- 8 years of training. In RUSSIA!
- You can live w/out the internet for a week. There are even places without WiFi!
- I can survive on 4 hours of sleep and still sing and go to 3 lectures. yay.
- Wauw, je hebt een Nonnenfetish! (found at Nieske’s)
music: Snow Patrol – Chasing Cars [watch]
To put it in a nutshell, this city exhausted me.
The trip was much less fun than any of the city trips we’ve been on before.
I do admit that it is, in a way, my own fault, because I came very unprepared in terms ofwhat I wanted to do and see and I was very stressed out beforehand. Even though I consciously made the decision that I did not want to see everything so as not to pressure ourselves without reason… And of course, I didn’t get anything done for University, in spite of all my good will…
Anyhow, here’s what we did do:
We stayed at the Barcelona Dream Hostel, which was very nice and reasonably priced, however, way out there in Badalona, which is a suburb of BCN. We were very late in terms of booking and couldn’t get any other hostel and I enjoy those for the atmosphere. But it was more than 15 minutes by Tram to get to the Sagrada Familia and that kinda sucks if you’d like to go out at night…
Also, our room had the perfect sound to hear what exactly’s going on in the adjacent gymnasium. Lots of Basketball, apparently, also some Aerobic…
The weather was so-so… The first few days, from Friday to Sunday, it was good, sunny, mild. I even went to the beach for an hour or so.
After that, it got very cold (think 3-6° C in the mornings) and windy. I was very glad I had brought more than one layer and a scarf. The weather was probably part of the reason why the citiy was so exhausting because walking around a lot w/ back packs and stuff is one thing, doing so in a cold breeze another.
Friday:
Arrived at BCN-Airport, caught the bus to the hostel (you can pay directly inside and need not get a ticket at the ticket vendor at the station!)
Got off the bus, onto the tram, found the hostel pretty quickly and were surprised by the spacious room with en suite bathroom. Very nice. Of course we had to tie together the beds (just the beds! ) to be able to cuddle at night, but other than that, nice hostel with nice people! Breakfast’s included as well.
Later at night we wanted to go eat something and decided to take a trip into down town. We got off a station to early to see some of the city. However, it was dark already and we were very hungry. We picked a place called Can Ngal (C. Disputación 412) and it is very much NOT recommendable!
From the outside it looked like an average priced little restaurant.
However, it is owned by an asian family that specializes on Catalan Food… other specialities include dirty glasses and plates (even after you told them), a badly translated menu, a waitress who speaks hardly any English and raw meat and raw fish.
My boyfriend bravely ate the fish (and didn’t suffer from it), but still. Also, we paid about 10e for a dish which included no carbs or veggies, which I find rather expensive. Then again, all of Barcelona is expensive
Saturday
We tried to go see some stuff and spent some time just roaming the streets of BCN having forgot about the whole Siesta thing.
We walked down Las Ramblas, looking at the people and the artists and the chickens being sold there and tried to find the 2nd hand stores that were recommended to me in El Raval. But Lo!, the siesta. Stupid siesta!
Anyhow, we had some very good Falafel at a place called Maoz, there are a few of them all across the city!
At night, we wanted to go out, but seeing that the Beatsteaks were playing on Sunday, we decided to stay in and postpone the activities to the next night.
We bought some bread, Olive, Cheese and Ham at a supermarket and had a super-yummy dinner at the Hostel.
Sunday
I think, that was the day we went to the Museu de l’ Erótica.
By the way, if you consider the Lonely Planet for Barcelona – don’t buy it, it’s crappy. It’s badly translated, the maps are shit and the author’s weird. The museum’s cute and interesting, but nothing to really embarass you… It’s basically just the passion of one guy, I think, who’s rented this really spacious appartment at the Ramblas and made his collection of sex related stuff into a museum.
It’s cute and informative, in a way, but then sometimes lacking certain descriptions of things. For example, I don’t want to know what kind of stone the figurines are made of, I want to know where they are from and what they mean
Anyhow. That was that.
We also did some walking and taking pictures and such and followed the advice of one of the small english mini guide books (the ones that also contain personals and such) for lunch. Turned out the Xaica was more like a worker’s cafeteria, nobody, of course, spoke any english and my spanish just sucks. But we made it through their confusing system and actually had some tasty lunch. I first thought I’d picked half a rabbit, but I’m pretty sure it was lamb now
For the concert, we went to the Sala Mephisto, which is apparently THE alternative club in town.
Take the L4 to Llacuna and then go into the exact opposite direction of what google-maps tells you.
We didn’t, even met some German chicks who didn’t know their way and wandered a while into the wrong direction.
Half the people there must have been German, maybe even more and it was the last day of the Beatsteak-Tour so they promised us they’d kill themselves for us
The opening act was a local band called “nothink” and they weren’t bad, but kinda like the beatsteaks, just not as good.
The real deal, of course, kicked ass. The stage kinda ended right in front of the bar, so every now and then, the singer would stroll onto it, dispensing beer and graces. And he even had costume changes
They also did some funky hip hop skits to introduce the band, hailed the disco light and did some very oldskool punk. Yay.
Unfortunately, the boyfriend doesn’t dance anymore, so it took me a while to get into the crowd on my own, but it was, of course, a lot of fun…
We kinda had to run to catch the last Tram back, but… a very good night was had =)
Monday
Since the boyfriend’s conference started on Tuesday, we decided to take this day together slowl. We had wanted to see the Park Gaudí but since it had gotten so cold, we decided to settle for the Sagrada Família and the Cathedral instead.
The Sagrada Família was really much more of a building site than I would have expected, granted that I didn’t know very much about it. There’s something weird about seeing a huge MAN-truck inside a church right after passing the “Silence”-Sign. It also costs 2€ to take the elevators up the towers and there’s a huge Disney-Land-like line that has vending machines at the end 
The cathedral was also impressive. But then again, so are mostly all Cathedrals. What I found especiall weird was the concept of making people pay. Not for the general entrance but just for switching on the lights in the crypt for Sancta Eulalia. Poor Catholic Church, I guess….
I’m getting mixed up with the days, but I think it was Monday that I was very very exhausted and not hungry at all. We tried out a small restaurant close to the hostel called “El Castell” but it wasn’t that good. not bad, either but… We had very little “really good food” in Spain
Tuesday
morning the boyfriend left very early for the conference. I just hung around at the Hostel for a while, trying to relax.
In the afternoon, I went shopping. I left too late really to check out very many small stores and drive around for a while, but I went into Lefties (cheap and cool), Zara and mango
I’m very much TOO big for the regular spanish sizes, I guess, but I did find some stuff.
I also went into El corte inglés (but that was sorta boring AND too big to take it all in…) and “desigual” which was very much TOO expensive for me … And too colourful
At night, the boyfriend was invited to the town hall for a conference meeting, and I went to the Picasso Museum. The museum was really crowded and loud which I guess goes along with Picasso’s notion that art shouldn’t just be revelled quietly but it was also a little arduous because of all the sort of white noise. Also, I got called in the museum and even though it was noisy everywhere, I got singled out by the security and hissed up. uhm. ah well. It was very interesting though.
I basically only knew about Picasso as the very very abstract modern artist while in fact he did very impressive classical artwork as well which I liked. And his whole idea of doing stuff and making it his own even though I’m still not particularly a fan of all of his work.
My boyfriend was the one who called, of course, because his reception turned out to be pretty boring.
We strolled through the Gothic Quarter for a bit, encountered a messed up ATm machine that tried to swallow credit cards and finally settled for the “Orígens” in the Carrer de la Cidrieria.
It’s a really cute place (finally the lonely planet recommended something nice) with funny, attentive waiters and very good food.
I guess it is a bit pricey, but you can share 5-6 little plates between two people and it’s really yummy. I recommend the duck with dried figs and… and the pea stew with lamb was pretty good. Don’t take the vegetables, it’s just cooked deep fried stuff with no salt!
Wednesday
Was another day that I got up late and hung around the hostel for a bit.
I met the boyfriend for lunch which was a bit of a hassle because we miscommunicated, I left late, he had to wait for me for an hour, I rand out of money on my cell phone and he didn’t get it and waited for my call but we finally did find each other among hords and hords of Glasgow Celtic Fans singing in the streets.
We had lunch at a Arab Restaurant, the Kasbah, which was good and spicy and we stayed there for a while afterwards, just relaxing.
Then we decided to just go back home to the hostel and have a drink before the boyfriend’s conference dinner which was at the harbour.
Turnt out we again left too late and there was really nothing like a nice café to sit in at the harbour. You woulnd’t think so but there was really nothing else than posh restaurants or run down cerverzerias tring to smoke you out. So we had a look at the museum shop of the historic museum where the posh boyfriend dined and then parted ways.
I had one of those famous hot chocolates on my way back at some place around the Jaume 1 and he came home after midnite
Thursday
was the day I left. Of course, it suddenly was sunny and warm again.
the girl at the hsotel gave me wrong directions of how to get to the airport so I thought I had plenty of time when I left. Turned out that the bus to the airport didn’t leave where it dropped us off on friday though, so I had to run back to the centre of town with my bags (and, luckily, the boyfriend to help) to catch the bus, just to find that there was a HUGE demonstration going on because of the elections…
We did find the bus stand but by then it was so late that I decided to take the cab which got stuck in the traffic andcost me another 25€. But hey, I made it through safe and sound and my plane was even delayed. Go figure…
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So, that’s that for Barcelona. Maybe I should give the city another chance. In warm, sunny weather
I’m very proud because I already called in the money from my conventional savings account (0,5% interest…!!) and yesterday sent off all the paperwork to open n instant access savings account at comdirect (4,75% interest for the first 6 months, then 3,8%). yay.
Go me. Pretty soon I’ll be pretty rich
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uni:
[ ] paper on organizational psychology
with a partner, 2 interviewees, comparing their experiences w/ psychological constructs
due: Feb. 28
done: -
motivation on a scale from 1 – 5: 2
[ ] paper on EU-Politics
comparing the policy on the prohibition of smoking – either in 2 EU-countries or in 2 German federal states
due: March 31
done: -
motivation: zero
[ ] paper for the psychology project
on the virtual self as expressed in the blogosphere
due: early April
done: -
motivation: 5, deduct 1 point because I’m drowning in work, so really … 4
[ ] psychology poster
for the conference I’m attending 2nd week of march
due: early enough to get printed before the conference
done: -
motivation… 3ish
[ ] organize party for my fellow students
.
band
[ ] do the myspace….
(leeeet’s do the myyyspaace agaaaiiiin *sings* – it’s just as crazy)
[ ] make a list of all radios contacted so far
[ ] order prints of live-photos
[ ] order german and english leaflets
[ ] contact more venues
[ ] contact more festivals
- and put out applications for them
[ ] contact radio stations
.
me
[ ] pack for Barcelona
[ ] learn more spanish
[ ] learn to handle my grandpa’s analogue SLR
[ ] sort all my paper work
- for uni, bank, bills, band, …
[ ] clean up
[ ] buy a cross trainer
[ ] exercise (!!!!!!!)
[ ] write to my host family and
[ ] to our 2 sponsored kids in Albania and the Philippines
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oh, and I’ve already done some stuff:
[x] ordered spanish leaflets for the band
[x] reported back for the new semester
[x] built a little box to hide the clutter on my desk + support the printer
[x] contacted venues and radio stations and festivals
tonight and tomorrow are my last days and I get sick… It must be just from swimming in the freezing cold sea in Marbella yesterday… Or maybe from the wind from the fans in the appartment. I don’t know but it bugs me…
Also I’ve met this guy who wants to give me a tattoo (he owns the place here) but I’m really indecisive. I mean, I’ve wanted a musical key for the longest time, but I wanted it in my neck until I met a girl with a tattoo just like that and now I can’t think of a spot more original than that… :-/
Spain is VERY exhausting.
Today I have 6 hours of school and only slept 4,5 hours or so. Add to that the heat, the previous exhaustion and then top it off with the noisy feria going on in town and you get the picture.
When I get home at 5 I’ll just sleep til 11 or so and then go out to the feria again sine there are no classes tomorrow and I can just spend the whole day at the beach. Yay. If I write weird stuff it’s due to the complete language chaos that’s up there in my head… I guess that happens when you speak so much spanish in school, live with another guy who shares your native tongue and then speak and think in English the whole time
Anyways, here’s a few Feria-Pictures for you!
people are so damn stupid…
I don’t get why, cause it’s really not that hard to try and act intelligent, but… okay. suit yourself…
I just wonder… We’re ging to the market instead of having regular class, right… Well, we’re in the fruit sectin. I say “oh, I wanna buy some food” – “oh. yeah,. go buy some fruit” and two minutes later everyone?s leaving saying “we’ll come back for fruit”. Okay. Vale.
The next moment, we’re crossing the street, leaving the markt, heading for a famous bar. “You can meet us there later.”
Okay. So I ask L. if she wants to come with me, cause she needs more fruit. She says yes and then turns to leave with the other. I run to follow her and ask her what she’s doing. Oh, she wants to see the bar the others are going to so she can find it. “Okay”, I say, “but I have class in 40 minutes, I need to hurry.” She says she understands. We get to the bar and I assume we’ll leave right away to go back to the market. “let’s go”, I say and she responds that now she wants to stay and have a drink with the other. Great, okay, so I’m on my own anyway now… I go back to the market, buy my fruit, all’s good, I return to the bar. It’s sticky, hot, reeking of smoke, pretty damn bad. So suddenly L. says “oh, well, I will go back to the market now and buy fruit. wanna come with?”
No, dammit, I have class, remember?
So I walk back with the others to the school except they take detour after detour and seem to be racing snails and losing, window shopping and what not. So I say “okay, I’m just gonna go now cause I have class at 2″. Not that I haven’t said that a bazillion times yet. “Okay, I understand. Oh, wanna come into that shop with me?”
FOR GOD’s SAKE I HAVE CLASS… NOW. So I hurry by myself… to find out my class is being rescheduled…
Also, the heat is killing me and I don’t have any shoes left that don’t hurt my feet like hell because my O’neill Flip Flops that I’ve had for just about 6 years now, suddenly gave me bilsters between my toes. Now I can’t wear any of my flipflops, my Chucks are way to hot, my sandals have heels and my ballerina shoes are too small on my swollen feet…
Which is great, really, because all I am going to do today after walking the market is going on a cultural tour in the ancient town center and to a concert later tonite. Nothing tiring if you get what I’m saying.
God, I’m sick of the heat.
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