Shallow Pockets Brimming with Sunkissed Latin Men

I am behind... an entire 2011 vs. 2012 amount of time behind. Another semester at Tech living in Atlanta and not my wonderful Europe, behind...

But I'm about to go BACK! And I would like to catch this blog up before I get my brand new Olympus XZ-1 and finally (diligently) fill it with to-the-year updated photographs.

So- the rest of my European adventure, circa Summer 2011:

After London- another mundane week of school... I say mundane, but actually I found both classes (Legal Aspects of Business and the Philosophy of Morality) incredibly intriguing... it's just studying is not nearly as interesting to the blogosphere as RyanAir-adventures.

Weekend three- Bar(the)lona. Ohhhh I loveLOVE me some hispanic men. Unfortunately I found that, unlike the rest of Europe, Spanish men are not terribly tall... and I'm a bit of a giant so that was midly uncondusive to the heels of nightlife... but believe you me- Barcelona is conducive to nightlife.

Unfortunately Caitlin had the plague for much of the trip but we did meet up with her sister, Cortney, and she and I made some memories.

Our hostel was in a really great location and we had the (mis)fortune of our 4-person room sharing a bathroom with another 4-person room next door. The other room was full of boys from none other than Croyden! Remember from last post- our hellish journey outside of London? One and the same!! The boys were a mess (as most boys in their 20s are) but they were full of laughs and dirty, English banter.

Days were spent sight-seeing of course- we were ultimately tourists and so were obligated to go on plenty of tours and put some wear and tear on our sandals (warm weather finally!).
As a major architecture nerd I instantly fell in lust with Barca. Our tours were largely centered around Gaudi- what a master of material. The Sagrada Familia absolutely took my breath away:





And of course we had to sample the paella, the beach, the nightlife and... the men (YUM). Up at 10a, bed at 7a... Catalonians have evolved- they don't sleep! Barca was non-stop yet the lifestyle was so calming. I met this native, Dani, and his insights about how life should be lived were so intriguing... That's a conversation I would like to restart anytime. ANY time.




I'm not sure if I could survive full-time living in Barcelona... I need NEED need sleep. But for its stories and its parties... it stands alone. Maybe I'll let Barca host my Bachelorette Party.