Visitor!

My mom came to Barcelona for a week, and we saw the entire city and more. At first when she arrived we were pissed off at the hotel since they promised free wireless, but they lied... stupid ass holes. But it all worked out and we got ripped off and payed for it. Very worth while; since the home stay at this time has gotten old and i am so excited to move out. Mercedes is nice, but she never respects my opinion or my wishes. At some point i began to feel like i didnt exist because no matter what i said she never listened. So having my mom's hotel to stay at for the week was a great break.

That friday we went to figueras and saw the Dali museum. It was an amazing museum, very interesting and just very fitting to Dali's personality (being that he designed it). The ceiling is supposed to represent the universe and buried under it in the center is Dali. He had a huge ego and was incredibly narcissistic. Interesting art work, very trippy with all the double images.

While my mom was around, i got to live like a queen and eat delicious food all the time. But it was still tiring to be tour guide and student at the same time. And because my mom stayed on America's schedule and Spain's is just SO different, i missed out on a lot of sleep.

We went to all of the Gaudi stuff: the pradrera, parc guell, and of course segrada familia. I absolutely love Gaudi's work, one of the most unique architects.

Then we hit up all the museums in barcelona since we bought those museum passes. It was worth while. Being in two art classes i've seen most of the museums twice already; but it made it even better because at this point i could explain a lot to my mom about all the buildings and paintings we saw.

The week with my mom flew by, but at the end i was ready for her to go since i was then leaving to morocco the next day! But i really appreciated my mom coming, seeing a familiar face was amazing. Coming abroad as a sophomore has been really challenging as everyone else here has their best friends with them. But i've also taken a completely different perspective with me by coming now on my own, and it has been worth while.

Long time...

after amsterdam, i jet setted off to Liverpool a couple weekends later. It was a crazy time full of puke n' rally. It being "Patty's Day" as they call it the city was full of green and drunk Irish people since liverpool is a thirty minute ferry ride to Ireland. It was amazing, one of my best party days of the semester. We started off early drinking as we watched rugby all day, since it happened to be the final of the european cup of rugby (i think thats what it was called, i dunno). At some point though i blacked out and made friends with an Irish guy; who tried so hard he even bought a few drinks for my guy friends i was with. It was nice to finally have the exotic foreign accent and be able to use it to my advantage. After a few free drinks we had to be on our way since hunger had called, being that breakfast was 6 screwdrivers.

apparently mexican food does not exist in euorpe, so we ran to the super market to make our own. After buying another case of beer and having three bags of groceries, we decided to jump over a 10 foot wall which on the other side turns into a 12 foot wall onto a parking lot. Luckily after i handed down the groceries; when i was laughing and jumping/falling off the wall i was caught on the other side safely. the day turned into night and the clubbing continued until around 4, who knows what happened in between besides some horrible dancing, some puking, and hanging out with some of the best Brits around.