It's 5 o'clock (AM) Somewhere

Actually, I keep meeting 5A in Barcelona. My señora probably thinks I'm the laziest person alive. But at least I have internet, sort of.

Yesterday, after spending way too much time at the internet café I went out and ran some errands. Snacks, cash, etc. I took a nap and then Holly, Michelle, Kate, Analise, and I headed out to the football game. The game was held at the stadium that Fútbol Club de Barcelona (or FC Barcelona) plays in, which was huge. We met over by Analise's place and walked about 26.2 miles to the stadium. When we finally got there, I hadn't eaten much beyond the croissant because I was saving myself for Argentinian meat, so we found some food (I couldn't make it to scavenge for really good food so I just got a hamburger and some sausage at a stand and inhaled it) and clara. Clara is beer mixed with lemonade. When I had it yesterday it was lemon Fanta and I'm not really sure I like it, although it does taste better than beer. John C. Wilcox bought Craig a beer (jealous) and we walked around with JCW and some people from the group before the game started.

Eventually, we climbed 8,000 stairs to get to our seats. Nosebleed, of course. Which I didn't mind because we could see the whole field and the whole stadium. It was a friend game between Catalunya and Argentina so it wasn't that packed. There was a suprising amount of Argentinian supporters considering the political meaning behind the game.

A lot of Catalunya believes that it should be a separate nation from Spain since it has its own language, food, culture, etc. There is stuff here that would never happen in other parts of Spain, which is really cool. I don't really know enough about it to have an opinion, but most of the TA's think that Catalunya should be a separate nation. Part of the politics behind the game were that the Catalunya team is not recognized in the international arena, unfortunately. So they don't get to play against the national teams or in the World Cup. Either way, we saw a lot of mullets.

The game was cool, but I don't really know that much about soccer so it was fun to watch but I thought it would be more intense, more like lacrosse. There wasn't enough fighting for my taste. But the fans were something else. It was definitely the loudest and proudest game I have ever been too. I took a couple videos because I was in couple awe of how wild the fans were. They had drums and were bouncing up and down the whole time. The game itself was pretty mild, since it was friendly, but the fans were totally worth going. Argentina won, 1-0. After the game, Craig, Analise, Holly and I headed back towards my neighborhood for some Hot Doks.

As Michelle wisely said before we even left, we live really close to the stadium, like literally 3 blocks. We could have avoided walking an entire marathon, sorry Michelle. We went to Hot Doks where we encountered the same Dominican waiter. Craig and I ordered 2 sandwiches and shared them and some fries. They were both a combination of Texas toast, fried egg, ham, cheese, lettuce, tomato, and pure delicious. After eating dinner, Craig said he would set up my wireless for my señora so we headed across the street to my apartment. She wasn't home so I was just going to change and we were going to go out but she showed up. We drank cava while he set up the wireless successfully (finally) and in Spanish (impressive) and we headed over the fairy forest bar/coffee shop. I drank Tanqueray and tonic and we checked the place out. Its like a forest inside, its so cool. There is greenery and artwork all over. Craig thought it was creepy, but the rest of us thought it was awesome. It was more a place to get a drink and sit and talk than the dive bar that is Oveja Negra

We left shortly before it closed (we really only stayed like half an hour) and headed down La Rambla del Mar and walked along the harbor trying to think of something to do. It is Jessica's (the French girl that lives with Michelle and Kate) birthday on Monday so we wanted to do something fun, at least get her trashed or something. But we didn't want to go to Oveja Negra, we wanted something new. So we were walking and we just kind of followed the crowd into this club inside a shopping mall, strange. Sunset, I think it was called. Poor Craig had to pay 15€ whereas the rest of the girls didn't, since we're girls.

That place was eurotrash central. It was like Lesbian Night and Bachelorette Party Night. And there were a lot of people beyond the age that it is acceptable to be out beyond 2A. The music was crazy. It was like something for everyone, literally. They even played a Grease montage. Which was hilarious; the lesbians were doing the entire dance to Greased Lightening. There was a group of super eurotrash guys who kept coordinating their dance moves like N'Sync and doing them in unison. Some guy stroked Kate's heel inside her shoe. The same guy asked Analise if she preferred his pants rolled up or let down. And, on the walls, they were playing movies. While we were there Spiderman and Star Wars were the featured films of the evening. It was a great time. And, for once, we didn't get absolutely accosted by strange euro men. We danced with a couple but they got the hint when it was time to step off and leave us alone. They don't keep calling 20 times a day because they weren't trying to get our numbers.

It was hotter than hell in there, so we stayed for like 2.5 hours and headed home. We made it on the Metro and I rolled into bed at 5A, per the usual. I tried to use the internet, thinking I could talk to people since it was like 10P in the States. However, for some reason, it wasn't working last night or today when I woke up at 3P. Craig suspects she turns off the router when she's sleeping because the lights blink. She wasn't home so hopefully I can figure it out when I get back, I'm at an internet café now.

After waking up at 3, we were going to go see a movie because the weather is miserable here. The movies were starting for like 2 hours so we headed over to a café on Las Ramblas that was recommended to us by Marianna and Jordi and Silvia, so we had to try it. We had a giant plate of all things fried tapas, which was phenomenal, fried cheese and fried crab and other stuff fried. That ws delicious. Then we had chocolate con churros which is churros and hot chocolate. But the hot chocolate here isn't like it is in the States. Here it is essentially hot, melted chocolate. You can't really drink it, its way too thick. That was amazing. The fried churros were so fresh and hot and the hot chocolate was so rich, I'm still full and we ate it like 2 hours ago. After that we did some shopping on Las Ramblas but most stuff was closed because its Sunday. Soon, I'm going home to see if I can fix the internet, if only to put pictures up and catch up on TV shows. Tomorrow we have class and then an excusion to a museum, maybe something about Contemporary Art? I'm not really sure. I am sure, that I've been away from my bed for far too long and am going to head home for dinner and sleep.

¡Hasta mañana!