Bienvenido

Alright, I am going to start of this post by apologizing for writing a novel. Because I know its going to happen. I feel like I could talk about this past week and a half for days, so minimizing it to the size of a blog post might be a little difficult...

some self portrait drawings! lol 

First I will start with Easter. My host family was kind enough to invite me to join in on their family Easter dinner! It was wonderful. I was able to help hide easter eggs for their 6 year old granddaughter who I enjoy being able to see every Thursday when she comes over after school. After that we did some coloring, and played 'hairdresser' which is always fun. There were 12 of us total, and as we sat down for dinner, I realized that I was apart of a British family! They treated me as if I had been attending their Easter dinners for my whole life and I felt very welcomed. We laughed and shared stories and ate some delicious traditional British foods. As we were eating desert we found some old records and starting playing them. They came upon one that had a song titled 'I Love You Samantha' which they played and laughed because I had never heard it before. One of the grandchildren brought along his French girlfriend who was also attending Easter dinner with them for the first time. So they made a toast to us, and we spent the rest of the time sharing stories, and discussing differences between the countries. Later that night, I was able to Skype my family at home as they had their Easter dinner. So after waking up that morning, not knowing how I would feel about being so far away from my family on Easter, I ended that day feeling incredibly blessed to be exactly where I was, and I wouldn't have changed it for anything.

Next up is by far my favorite trip I have taken, and I imagine it will always be my most favorite no matter how many places I go. Feeling adventurous, I booked my flight and hostel for 5 days in Barcelona, Spain by myself about a month ago. As it got closer to actually going to Spain by myself, I started to get a little nervous, especially because I am not fluent in Spanish. Also, because it had snuck up on me so fast, I didn't really have anything planned for while I was there! But a day or two before I left, as I was walking to my room, I found a pile of brochures and flyers from Barcelona as well as a travel book that my host dad had left for me. The best part was that included with all of that was a big map, which made me feel much better about my upcoming adventure. Before I left they shared tips with me such as always keep your eyes peeled for pick pocketers.

My favorite views are ones from a plane window.

The day came to leave, and because I had chosen the cheapest flight, my plane happened to be leaving from the farthest airport from me. Which happened to be a bus, a train, a tube, and another bus ride away. I managed not to miss any of them and got to my flight on time and accomplished my goal of getting a window seat. My flight was at night, so I was able to see the gorgeous sunset from a birds eye view. As I was taking pictures with my phone, the little older lady sitting in the aisle (who spoke hardly any english) asked me to take some pictures with her phone. The only problem is that she still managed to be working with a brick phone that looked like it was possibly the first to come out with a camera, so the pictures were very unclear and really didn't show anything. You could tell she was disappointed, because apparently that was her first time flying and she couldn't get over how beautiful the view was. I offered to email her the pictures I had taken and she was thrilled (although the guy sitting between us probably wasn't because he was being the translator most of the time). She kept telling me not to forget her, and she also told me many tips for my stay in Barcelona. She was also fascinated that I came from a small town of less than 2,000 people and was now living in London where the population is over 8.1 million. She kept commenting on how brave I was, and for that moment, between going from small town to living in London, and heading to a country by myself where they spoke another language, I did feel pretty brave.

The confidence booster of being brave was probably a good thing to have before I got off the plane and arrived at the Barcelona airport at 11pm where all information centers were closed. The hostel I had booked with had given me directions on how to get there, but first I had to find a bus stop with a bus to get me there. The feeling of being overwhelmed soon decreased when I heard a few other girls speaking english walking behind me. It turned out that they were also headed where I was and together we were able to find the bus we needed, and get past the non english speaking bus driver. On the bus there were a couple locals who were nice enough to help us out and told us what bus stop to get off at. Once I was off the bus it was wonderful to step out into the warm air and see palm trees! And at that point, it was midnight on a Thursday and the streets were still full of people! I found my hostel and it was at a great location! Right off of the Ramblas which is the main street in Barcelona.

As I walked into the hostel I was shocked. Everything was so nice! The walls were all very decorated and the quote 'Live Your Life' was written everywhere. There was a pub connected to the ground floor and it was full of people, as well as nice sitting areas and lots of big screen T.V's. As I checked in they mentioned that there was a problem with my booking, and I couldn't get into the room I booked for, the catch being that I was being put into a better room, where I was only sharing with 8 people rather than 12. Which I was fine with. As the very friendly receptionist explained everything about the hostel I continued to be impressed. It was 6 stories high, with the whole first floor being a lounge area and including free breakfast. I was so happy with it! I found my room on the 4th floor and found myself to be the first person in the room. But shortly after another person walked in. We introduced ourselves and I found out that he was also traveling by himself, which made me feel much better about me doing so. He was from Brazil but was studying in Italy and he was very interesting to talk to. A few minutes after that a group of girls from Chicago came in! We all talked for a bit, and then went on a walk through Barcelona and on the beach at night. It was beautiful with the ports and streets all lit up. And at that point it was getting very late, but again, the streets were still full of people! We later came to find out that people there do not eat dinner sometimes until 10pm and everything is open very late! Which means that when people go out for the night, they don't go until around 1 or 2am! It was a weird change coming from London where everything closes relatively early.

one of the many beautiful narrow streets
of Barcelona 

The next day, the guy from Brazil and I went to the lobby to meet for a free walking tour that they offered. Come to find out, we had already missed the first one and we had a couple hours to kill before the next one left, which was no problem to us. Although it was pretty rainy the first 2 days, it didn't stop us from wandering the narrow streets of Barcelona and sightseeing. Our tour took us through the whole city and pointed out some of the major landmarks. After, our tour guide suggested some good places to eat and we headed into a little restaurant with some other students we had met on the tour, who happened to also be studying in London. As we sat down we noticed that there was a large sign posted that said 'No Hablan Ingles' meaning they didn't speak English. That made our decision about what to order much easier since either way we weren't really sure what we were getting. We pointed at something on the menu, and everything of course ended up being delicious. As we left is was still raining, so we ended up visiting the Picasso museum. Picasso is one of my favorite artists, and his connection with Barcelona is very strong from living and working there. The museum was wonderful and very interesting, and perfect for visiting on the rainy day.

After that we headed back to the hostel where we met two other Brazilian guys who were staying in our room. It was quite funny because one spoke english very well, but the other didn't and only spoke Portuguese, so when we ended up going out with them that night, the one who knew english ended up being the translator all night because I did not know any portugese. Although I can now say I know some. We ended up going to a little pub called the L'ovella Negra (or the Black Sheep) for some homemade sangria. It was an awesome place and it was full of people. There I met someone who had just moved from London to Barcelona to teach english! He shared with me his stereotype for a typical American, which was like most I have heard; loud, obnoxious, and mostly drunk. It was quite funny because I was trying to convince him that his stereo type of americans was wrong because he was there talking to me and I was being none of those things. But right as I had him convinced that not all Americans live up to that title, a guy came over, put his arm around us, and with slurred words told us to quiz him on countries and capitals. Keep in mind, I had never seen him before, but he put his arms around us like we were long lost friends. I could tell by his accent, and I was scared to ask where he was from, but of course, the British guy asked. And his slurred answer was Boston. It was perfect timing for the worst timing. We laughed and I told him that after that night he had to refresh his stereotype on Americans, because we all don't usually drunkenly go up to strangers and ask them to quiz us on countries and capitals.

The next day many of the people I had met in the Hostel left, so I ventured out on my own to Gaudi's museum. For those of you who do not know, Gaudi is one of the most famous architects in the world and his work is found in many places in Barcelona. Most of his work is based on forms of nature and a a lot of his work contains beautiful colored tiles in mosaic patterns. I toured his museum which was the building with the famous chimneys.

As I was taking some photo's of the chimneys, out of the corner of my eye I saw a group of Asian kids slowly approaching me. As I turned and said hello, one of them held out their camera, so I gladly took it thinking they wanted me to take a picture of them. But immediately one of them (I am pretty sure the only who spoke english) said 'no no we all want picture with you, Taylor Swift right?'  I laughed and said no I wasn't and he acted as though I was not telling the truth. He then continued to ask if I was related. Again I disappointed them by saying no, and he replied with 'its ok, you american so you still cool...' So, they still all wanted a picture with me... individually. It was an interesting situation to say the least. After I had taken hundreds of pictures of the rooftop and the city view (literally hundreds of pictures) I wandered back through Barcelona. It was still rainy that day, so I spent a lot of time dodging the weather by stopping in little cafes and shops.

The next day was gorgeous and I decided to take a day trip to Montserrat which was about an hour train ride away. Montserrat is a beautiful mountain with a little town on top. It is also where the Virgin of Montserrat is hosted, and the beautiful church is one of the most well known in the world. I took a cable car to get to the top of the mountain and the view looking down was gorgeous. Everything there was beautiful.

I was able to walk around the mountain (well around part of it, the hike for the whole thing was 13.6 miles...) and sit in the church for a moment of silence. It was absolutely breathtaking.

The next day, I spent a lot of time wandering down the Ramblas where there were many little souvenir, flower, and other little stands to shop at. There are also many fresh food and flower markets located around the Ramblas which I stopped in as well. One of my most favorite things about Barcelona is that almost all restaurants have their seating outside near the beautiful narrow streets, or the many little plaza squares, and that means that there is always people outside singing, or a band playing, or both! Live music of some sort always filled the streets.

One of the many spectacular views from
Gaudi's park. You can see Sagrada Familia! 

Next I went and visited Gaudi's park which was insanely beautiful! It looked as is it were a scene from a movie the entire time. It was perfect! And of course the architecture and design of the entire park was incredible and very well done. While I was on top of the highest point of the park, I met a man from Tennessee, who then introduced me to the cop on duty who had family in Michigan who were on there way to visit! Funny how you can be half way around the world from home, alone on top of a mountain looking down as far as you can see, but a moment like that can make the world seem so small.

The next day, I put my map away and just walked. I explored every street, and came across little cafes and bakeries. I walked so far that I ended up stumbling on Olympic Grounds from the games held in Barcelona in 1992! The area was beautiful! I was able to go into the stadium, and explore the park around it. I spent a lot of time there imagining the people there 11 years ago from all around the world competing for gold medals.

That day I also found La Sagrada Familia. It is a famous church that has been being built for the past 100 years. It is based on a Gaudi design and is absolutely huge. Although it is incomplete it is a world heritage site and in 2010 was proclaimed a minor basilica by Pope Benedict XVI.

That night one of the weirdest things ever happened to me. I was sitting in a large plaza square, watching the sunset. And I noticed a Jamaican man approaching me. He came over and starting confessing his love for me, saying that he had been working up the courage to come over and talk to me. As he is telling me this, I am thinking that he is distracting me and someone is going to try to pickpocket me (I saw people do a lot of weird things to distract people for pick pocketers), but as I looked around there was no one besides a few families and other kids around. He continued confessing his love and kept saying 'when you know, you know, ya know?' At this point I was getting a little freaked out, especially because this guy seemed so serious, I figured at any minute someone was going to grab for my purse or something. So I stood up to walk away. But at the very moment I stood up, he got down on one knee in front of me and started proposing. This of course, attracted other nearby tourists who started gathering around and 'ooohing' and 'awwwing'. To say the least I was panicked. These people thought it was legit but little did they know I had no idea who he was. Then I got the idea that this was a distraction, and now people were going to pickpocket the people watching this proposal (again, it would have not surprised me by the pickpockets I saw). As I looked around trying to see behind the people watching, I again saw no one. People were just watching as this man was on one knee in front of me and finally ended his speech by asking me to move to Jamaica with him... Everyone stared at me waiting for an answer, and the only thing I could think of to say was 'I'm sorry I can't, no thank you'. And that reply got a 'boo' from the crowd watching. I actually got boo'ed for not marrying a man I did not know... As I quickly walked away I was waiting for someone to jump out at me and say 'YOU'VE BEEN PUNKED' or a sign anywhere that said 'Just Kidding!' but there was nothing. It was honestly the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me.

On my last day in Barcelona, I headed to the beach and became a Barcelona beach bum for the day. It was a perfect way to end a wonderful trip. I had so much fun exploring things on my own, and although I was traveling by myself it was so easy to meet people. Although there was a language barrier, the little Spanish I had learned came back to me. And although it was a challenge ordering, and talking to people, it was always interesting and was definitely a learning experience. Being able to travel and go to a foreign country completely on my own was such a great accomplishment for me, and I truly learned so much about myself along the way.






When I got home, and started uploading my pictures, I realized I had taken almost 2,000 of them... So please feel free to look at my album on Facebook where I have uploaded about a quarter of them.

http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10200865894346574.1073741829.1140914263&type=3

The past couple days I have been catching up on homework since our 3 week break is coming to an end. School starts again on Monday, and this week I have 3 papers, and 2 presentations due. So it may be a little busy. Tonight I am meeting other study abroad students at a local pub to celebrate our last night of Spring Break (or Easter Holiday as they call it here).

My favorite view in Barcelona, which is very fitting with one of my favorite
quotes by Mark Twain...

"20 years from now, you will be more disappointed in the things you
didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away
from safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover"