Phone Number

Ok so for those of you who want to call me my phone number is 011.34.671.446.192. Remember 9 hrs ahead. I'll post my address later, when I find out my zip. Cheers.

TOMATINA!!!

Ok, I swear to god next blog will have pictures. So Rachel came on Monday to visit so we are cramped three people with several suitcases in a tiny ass dorm, swell. It's actually not that bad sharing a twin with her, she doesn't flail around. I'm glad she's here, I feel more at home. Although now I miss Nic, because I saw all the pics of her and him in Germany.

Anyway the last few days have been awesome. Monday night we went out and I got crazy smashed. We met this chill bartender who must've been like 50 and she gave us absinth shots and we got crazy drunk and stayed up all night, making school on Tuesday very interesting. Either way it was a fabulous bonding moment since it was Quenton and David's first time hanging out with us. Absolutely hilarious. John/Peter Pan (my nickname for him since he's 28 and doesn't want to grow up) couldn't finish his absinth and almost puked so I hand to man up and take the rest of his shot! He won't live that down. So Chris and Chelsea wondered off and ended up drinking an entire pitcher of sangria between the two after already being smashed. Basically they didn't make it to class on Tuesday which is no good since we were all skipping Wednesday for La Tomatina. Jenny got separated and found some guy, first one here to get laid! Go Jenny. This girl is insane, but I like insanity. Class sucked ass on Tuesday, coffee helped a lot.

TOMATINA
Ok so we had to be at Plaza Cataluna at 4:30 am to take the bus to Bunol, a city just outside of Valencia for La Tomatina, which is basically a giant tomato fight. Exhausted, we all mounted the bus passed out and woke up uncomfortable wanting drinks pretty badly. Before we left the bus we drank some boxed wine and had a swig of Cuban rum, which is fantastic. We walked to some dive bar where the bartender was super trashed and bought a shot of J&B. Natalia and Kara asked for vodka shots but he poured them whiskey and they were not down so he gave them to Jenny and me for free.

Walking down toward the festival we saw a cerveza puesto and bargained for 1 euro beers. So after not really sleeping all night and not eating Jenny and I were pissed drunk. So instead of an actual tomato fight it was more of a mosh pit with thousands of sweaty, tomatoy people awkwardly smashed together. Not to mention the huge trucks that smashed us against the walls of the alleyways showering us with tomatos. We all were ankle deep in tomato slosh, lost shoes and shirts, and god knows what else. The whole experience was amazing and disgusting. Rachel was laughing at me histerically because I got dumped on hard core.

We managed to get our way out, bummed a cigarette, got another few 1 euro beers, took off our shirts because they were disgusting, and tried to find people we know. I saw Quenton, who looked clean, which made me mad so I tried to get him with the tomato slosh on the ground, but since he was sober, he got away. Chris came by and was blabbing about something or other so I thought it would be a good idea to shove tomato slosh in his face. Hilarious, he got me back pretty damn good though.

Jenny, Rachel, and I washed up as best we could in the river and also got hosed down a few times by the locals. We met some local guys and Jenny flirted to get us drinks. We hungout with them, practicing Spanish until we found this absolutely gorgeous guy. He must have been a god, the most beautiful person I've ever seen! His name is Dani, swoon. Unfortunately, we needed to catch the bus so we couldn't stay long. Although, we did score his e-mail.

Drunk as hell we passed out on the bus until we stopped at an Autocar, a super expensive truck stop where Kirsten and Jenny stole a bunch of food. Still drunk, back on bus. Seriously, is it actually possible for someone to be drunk from 11 to 9pm on how little we drank? I guess with no sleep or food it is... maybe we did drink that much. Whatever, the best part about the whole day was showering!

Lazy Days

Really bad headache right now. Ok, so I'm going to put up pictures eventually. I lost my camera last drunken friday night so I was too depressed to write or upload pics etc. The Casa Mila/Pedrera is absolutely beautiful and very intricate. The Sagrada Familia is unbelieveable, words cannot describe how amazingly detailed and gorgeous it is. Fundacio de Joan Miro sucks... probably because I'm not a fan of Miro's art. Still Friday field trip was awesome. Saturday I was recluse, sulking about my camera. Sunday, apartment shopping. I found a place that I really liked with three other girls. Although, I am a little worried because it's going to be my first time living with all girls! My room is pretty big with a desk and a queen bed (hard to come by). Also I got some really good alone time walking around the city. Rachel flew in from Berlin yesterday and we went to some bars last night. It's nice to have someone from home here. Alright, I should do homework inside of writing this.

Long Story

Ok so the last few days have been pretty intense. You might have to humour me here because I just smoked some awesome Spanish hashish and somehow managed to burn part of my right eyelashes... ya, I feel like a retard but that's ok. Anyway, on wednesday night we went to Montjuic (hill of jews! ha) for a firework festival thinger. We went to a bar, sat outside and drank a pitcher of really good sangria, then Larissa and I went to the bathroom in the place got a free shot of whiskey from the cute bartender. Then we all ended up going done to Gracia and partied in the street some more. Danced with this old spanish drug dealer named francisco who smoked us all out. Larissa flirted with some old business men, Jenny kept trying to get free drinks, some girls left to pop a squat, everyone was dancing and drinking. Fun stopped when Jenny couldn't stand. so basically i've recounted this event so many times i'm gonna make this real short: i ended up having to ride in an ambulance to take Jenny to the hospital and stayed up all night in the waiting room where they never told me that they released her in the morning. Sleeped in all day yesterday, woke up at 4:30 and went with Tal to grab some food. So drama in the dorms occured when everyone came back from classes because of jenny's stupidity. I'll post pictures later. Today we went to a bunch of awesome museums... anyway i'll write more when i'm more capable.

Fiesta de La Gracía

Ok so Saturday night was so rockin’ except for getting stuck in the metro for half an hour with drunken French guys screaming incomprehensible words and lighting up cigarettes and joints in the flipping train! I went with a few friends from the dorms to Gracía which is a local festival where many of the barrios (neighborhoods) dress up the streets in different decorations. Each calle has a theme, a bar, and a live band. Herds of people wander the streets of Barcelona trashed and dancing. The street that one first prize was decked out in alien paper maché and plastic figures with a giant motorcycle in the front. Third place had beautiful carved lanterns and lights hanging from the home-made ceilings, and the band was playing Irish music. We went to the main stage in some random plaza and talked to this guy named Nacho for a long time. He was really sweet, but difficult to understand because he had a very thick Spanish accent. We wandered around some more and went to this one street where there was this awesome band playing catchy Spanish music and random American songs like Bon Jovi’s It’s My Life, which was perfectly cliché for the amount of debauchery we are all about to embark upon in the upcoming year. Drenched in sweat we danced the night away with people shooting water guns into the crowd. Kirsten and I got mobbed by a Spaniard and an Italian while Allie and Natalia laughed and took pictures. Shortly thereafter we decided to ditch our creepy foreigners. The city is beautiful and people of all ages where partying in the streets drinking cerveza and having a good time. Although I woke up incredibly late Sunday evening (5:45 pm) it was well worth it.

I have arrived

Ok, so I'm in Barcelona, Spain right now. It's absolutely gorgeous. Anyway, about to go to dinner so real quick. If you want to contact me another way aside from blog, e-mail, myspace, facebook, etc. there is a program called Skype that you can get for free on download.com and you can talk to people all over the world for free! You do need a microphone or a webcam if you don't have either there is a chat function. My skype name is aspeyer77. Much love to you all.


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