Monday, October 01, 2007
9 months later
Current mood: thoughtful
Why it has been 9 months since I wrote the last blog and what do I have to say for myself. Well, for one thing I am on my second semester of grad school and things are going well. Or at least I hope they are as I am proscrating writing this blog.
Okay, so things are not as idealic as I thought they would be but then again nothing every really is, is it? So um yeah, there is no job, odd jobs, temp jobs but no permanent job. In this way then my life in NYC is not so different than my days in BCN, I can still get up whenever I want as long as I make it to may classes. I am not immersed in NYC culture like I once was. I don't go out that much, is it age, money or because I just don't care? I'm not really sure. I just don't feel the need to rage like I used to, but I did put on a good show a couple of times earlier this year. Like life in BCN I am still very single. Okay, I will admit to a tryst or two but really not much is happening.
I am liking that I have television now. But really it does depress me sometimes because I see that the dollar is not the only thing depreciating in America. What the hell is happening when TMZ can air their videos on television!!! On the upside though I did manage to see the entire series of Dawson's Creek in a few short months and really don't understand why people were so into it that Dawson kid was hella annoying. But I digress, by being in America I get Netflix and really is there anything better? I am looking forward to cold winter nights/weekends and little red envelopes.
I love that I am back stateside but I have a feeling that I will have to get out of here again. Thinking about California, but could easily see packing up for Europa once more. I like having options. Any suggestions?
unday, December 17, 2006
There's no place like , wherever that is
Current mood: hopeful
Okay, so I am flying back to New York tomorrow. I am at once excited, sad and slightly bewildered. Having made Barcelona my home for the last 9 months, I haven't completely immersed myself in the culture but am I definitely not the same as when I arrived. I want to be "home" yet at the same time I feel like I am leaving something very special behind. Hard to put in words exactly. As for being bewildered, America itself will be strange for me for a while I think. Not to mention just the basic mechanics of finding a job and going back to school next month. Whereas for the last few months, all I had to do was wake up before 12 and get to my class by 1, sometimes 2 and I still had plenty of time just to observe what was happening around me.
And then there are the strange experiences that I have had here. One of which I was reminded of last night, as I returned to the place where I thought the artist and his girlfiriend wanted me in a threesome. Once again it was a party for my school and at the same place. The gf was not there but the guy was. And while we did not have an extensive conversation this time round (as I arrived 30 minutes before the end) he told me that he had seen me around town like 4 times. He proceeded to tell me the places, and while I will admit that I saw him at at least one of the places that he mentioned I was still creeped out by his recounting of the places that he had seen me. Now I am convinced that there is some weird portrait of me in his studio.
These are the kinds of things that I will miss, just for their sheer randomness. And of course the football. But that is what cable is for, no? So as I sit in my room with my bags packed (for the most part) I am in a half-alive state and not really knowing what is next and how the next 9 months will change my life. One thing I know for sure is that I will miss Barcelona like a long-lost sister, who I hope to see at least in my dreams. And until that time comes when I get back for a visit, I will just enjoy being in New York and finally getting the pizza that I have been missing all these months.
CHAO!
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Only a face that Grandpas love
Current mood: hopeful
Category: Life
Okay, I get it. So maybe I am what you call cute and yes, I do have a 38C, and some crazy hair, so no problem understanding why I get the odd glance ever now and then. But since I have been living in Barca a new phenomenon has occured in my life. I am really popular with the over 65 crowd. Now once or twice hearing "guapa morena", no problem but I think it all came to a head this afternoon. As I was innocently reading my English language magazine like it was contraband snuck over the Iron Curtain, I had what I took to be a 70+ gent strike up a conversation with me. Though I tried to discourage him by saying that I don't speak Castellano very well and that I did not understand everything he was saying. But nay, homey would not be swayed and proceeded to tell me (I think) how good looking black women are and that for the last 20 or so years, he's been seeing more and more, again some of this is just conjecture. His point in telling me so I don't know, but I do know that he was not into the ladies of South America. Why was I enduring this? Well to be honest I don't know, he seemed like a harmless old codger and I still had about 20 minutes to kill before teaching my last class. Which I went to 10 minutes early before things could go much further.
But then I began to think about all of the other old men that try to get chatty with me or give me more than a grandfatherly look and make no mistake these men are way old. So I think, maybe they are confused pedophiles cause some days I may still look 16. Then again, I wonder, do I look like I have a maturity way, way, beyond my years? Come on people, I want someone that I can depend on, not someone in their Depends!!! Is it to much to ask for a man with all of his chompers and who does smell like he's already been hitting the aguardante? Sabes? I want to grow old with someone, not be with someone who has one foot at St. Peter's gate.
Oh how I long from a whistle from a construction just to know that I am not exuding old lady smell.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Barcelona Blues
Current mood: cranky
Okay, so I have been back in Barcelona for eleven days and it's not really where I want to be right now. Excuse me, as I am about to be a bit confessionalistic and all, possibly a bit of a rant. Basically it has been raining here for the past few days and I guess I may still be in a bit of post-vacation funk. And the fact that I have technically been homeless since my return, but I have found new lodging so things are looking up. The question that has been going through my mind over the last month is what the fuck am I doing here? I know, I came to "get away" from a horrible job and the craziness of NYC for awhile. Now, maybe I have gotten it out of my system or maybe BCN is not as alluring as it once was. Whatever the case, I find myself with too much time on my hands. As I am teaching like 3 classes a day, which in the end will amount to a whooping 21 hours a week. I think that I am just tired of being able to think about my life. Is that stupid? In the last six months I have had more time for self-reflection than I have in my entire life and I think that I am starting tire of it really. What I really want at the moment is some good pizza and cable tv. I know, I'm an idiot, because so many people would love to be in the positon that I am in living in another country. And don't get me wrong it is/has been great, but sometimes I just think WTF!!!! I think that the Catalan are getting to me. I am sure this will pass and it will all be rosy and good. But if I can't still go to the beach what is the point?
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Sunday, July 02, 2006
The World Cup rules and why I am a futbol whore
Current mood: tired
Okay, so most of you know that I am not a big sports fan and least of all a soccer fan. So the question becomes how the hell did I get addicted to the World Cup, to the point of enduring 2 games a day sometimes? Well, people let me tell you that it all begin rather innocently. One day I was in a pub in Port Olimpic and they were showing one of the "friendly games" before the official start of the games. So with a pint of John Murphy's and multiple salty bowls of peanuts I and my companion became enraptured. Now I must say that I never saw Barca play any of the games that lead to the European victory and as you know I was not overjoyed that they won. But here I found myself in a pub watching football. Then the real fun bega, who to root for? Since the USA team really had no chance, I decided to go for the underdog in each match. Poor Togo, is all I can say. Yes, I wanted Ghana to beat Brazil, but that day Ronaldinho, Ronaldo, Kaka and Cafu were in top from, so against the French yesterday. To fill my passion I sought out the various pubs in Barcelona, apparently there are 40 or so and began to watch the games in earnest. I had a brief moment of routing for the Americans against Italy because though we were in a Belgian bar, all there were many Italians booing everytime the Americans came close to scoring. But really that was brief, as Ghana whipped their asses. So I have been on the edge of my seat with anticipation of who will be in the final and I have also had so much beer in the last two weeks that my body is practically a brewery itself. I have seen Beckham do his thing only to be injured in a pivotal match against Portugal. I have watched some crazy fouls and shenanigans in general. Now that it is down to Germany vs. Italy and France vs. Portugal. I am Alemany all the way to win, my boys Ballack and Podolski will take pounce the French in the final. After watching what seems like 100 games I will be happy when it is all over but there will be a void in my life. What next handball?
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Thursday, May 25, 2006
My Life and Times in Barcelona
Current mood: relaxed
Before I say anything I just want y'all to know that I am not making up crazy stories just to entertain you, these things really happen to me here. That being said here is the latest. I have may already told one or two of you this story, so I apologize in advance for being repititive. Also, this all happened in English so nothing was lost in translation.
So, one of the schools that I work for had a party for all of the teachers which was cool since we don't actually work together it was good to meet some new people. Anyway, I ended up in conversation with this older guy (40 ish) named Mark from Minneapolis who has lived in Barcelona for 15 years. I am trying to figure why he is at the party since he is not a teacher, it turns out the he is friends with the school's owner and that the apt. where the party being held is his girlfriend's. Okay. So he is an artist and we are talking about that he tells me that he does portraits. So I ask if people still sit for portraits and he says that he does them from photographs, we keep chatting yada, yada, yada, and then he says that he would like to paint me. And I know that he does not mean from a photograph. But the whole time that we are talking I have the feeling that he is flirting with me because he is leaning in closely, and there were only like 20 people at this party so it was not crowded and loud. So later on in the evening, we got to talking about my shirt, I had a tank top underneath because otherwise the girls would be busting out and I had been teaching right before the party, so I was like this is my professional way to wear this shirt, ha ha. Then he is like "you should take it off, the bathroom is right down the hall". WHAT? Did I mention that we were in his girlfriend's apt. and she was there!!! Alright so I just laugh that off. Then at some point I am sitting on the couch next to his girlfriend who I had no spoken to much that night, for some reason while she was sitting next to me she put her hand on my knee and caressed it. I was a little weirded out by that. Cut to the end of the night at 2am, I'm leaving and saying goodbye and I put on my hoodie cause it is chilly out and the guy, Mark says to me "you're putting things on when you are supposed to be taking them off". Again craziness. Needless to say I was out. Tanya and I leave together and I start telling her about my convos with Mark and she said that she could tell that he was into me and I tell her about the knee caressing from the girlfriend which she saw as well. I think these people were trying to get me into some weird sex thing with them. Que ridiculo is all I can say. And why do such crazy things happen to me? Also, I realized that they took some pictures of me and now I am afraid that they guy will be painting some creepy portrait of me.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
BARCA WINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Current mood: drained
So today was the World Cup Final, which I am sure that you all have been paying close attention too. The local team here FC BARCA played against Arsenal (British team and the hot guy in the Calvin Klein ads play for them Freddie Ljunberg). Anyway they played in Paris and BARCA won. Now there is mayhem in the streets and it sounds like cannons are going off, which mixes really well with the screaming, chanting and horn honking. On my way home tonight there was even a man walking do the street playing a trumpet. And a guy riding his moto with no hands on the controls. To add to the joy and excitement I was almost hit in the leg with a firecracker, I felt the sparks!!! Basically I don't think that I'll be getting any sleep tonight because they will be partying for weeks it seems. I know that I should be more into it but I have to teach a class at 8am, so I'm a little grumpy. One day I know that I will love futbol but not tonight. YEAH BARCA!!!
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Thursday, May 04, 2006
ALIVE AND TEACHING
Current mood: anxious
Contrary to popular belief I have not been eaten by the pregnant lady. I have merely been interviewing for teaching jobs. Now I have teaching jobs with three different schools, one of which is in the boonies. So basically I have been running around Barcelona like a chicken with its head cut off. So far it is going well, but I swear that one of my student's is Rain Man, basically because he just stares at me. I think this means that he has no f--king clue about what I am saying. I only teach adults which is a relief.
Otherwise, I am just contemplating my future. I found out that I got accepted into a Masters program at the New School and now I am trying to figure out if I have to cut "my escape" short and head back to NYC. I'll let you know what happens with that.
I am teaching a 2 hour class in about 30 minutes, so I have to go back to planning.
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Thursday, April 13, 2006
Barcelona is a small town and a pregnant woman is stalking me!
Current mood: confused
Category: Web, HTML, Tech
Okay I don't even know how to begin this because something that I thought was a non-event now seems to be something. Anyway, one night about 2 weeks or so ago, me and some of the girls in my course happened into a pub "Dave the Brave" and at this pub we met a guy named Dave, but not the Brave, just some random Brit that has been living in Barcelona for a while. Now I will admit that he was an okay looking man and I was definitely interested. Initially we left the pub cause there was no food, but Dave said that we should come back and that he'd buy each of us a drink. 'Nuff said, of course we were going back. Plus I wanted to see if I could get some action. So we go back, Dave spots us and the drinking commences. Within the first 15 minutes it comes out that he has a girlfriend so I'm like that sucks but hey I got a free drink and that was that, right? Oh so wrong. At one point early in the evening Dave complements by breast, sign one that he is a dirty bastard. But we were all having a few laughs and he kept buying rounds and telling us how in love he was with this woman. Apparently he told some of the other girls that his girlfriend was pregnant but this was a fact that I missed. All in all it was a fun innocent kind of night. We got Dave's number cause he was like he likes to make hook people up and I am new in town so I got his number but he did not take mine. So I text him while waiting for the bus to say thanks for the drinks and laughs and he proceeded to call me that night like 3 times and say some really filthy sexual things and since I was drunk I played along but after that night I never talked to him again and even deleted his number cause he has a pregnant girlfriend!! Then this pass Sunday I am walking down the street with one of my friends and she says "Oh my God", I look up and it is the guy, his dog and this pregnant girl. It was weird cause we had been talking about how Barcelona is a small town and then that happened, of course I avoided all eye contact. Then yesterday I get this call from a girl that does not speak English well and asking me about a guy named Dave, at first I thought she was calling about a job cause one of my trainers name's is Dave. But after a few minutes I realize that she is not calling about a job for me and I was really confused. I'll just say this the guy at the bar told us that his friends call him "the facilitator" and that is how I referred to him, cause it is cheesy funny. Fortunately my Spanish sucks as bad as her English so we did not understand each other. I thought that it was over, then like an hour ago she called me again!!!! Now I know it must be this guy's girlfriend b/c she was like did you meet him on March 28? I have no idea what night I met this guy so it could have been that night. So now I have to screen my calls cause she used two different phone numbers is that not the craziest thing!!!
Since I have been labeled a witch by Tanya I am sure that this woman will end up in some class that I am teaching because that is how my life is going in Barcelona. Randomly running into people that I hardly know in a city where I know like 5 or so people. It is strange and I kind of love it.
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Monday, April 10, 2006
Mi Vida
Current mood: content
Alrighty, I have been in Barcelona for a month now and I may never leave. While I have had an overdose of jamon, still I continue to eat it on a daily basis 'cause the shit is good. I (re)discovered the joys of clara (beer with fizzy lemonade, also known as shandy). It is an amazingly refreshing drink and goes well with patatas bravas (they go with everything). Still discovering all kinds of things in BCN and managed to get lost on Friday walking from the Barri Gotic to El Raval, but as BCN is not that big it was easy to figure it all out.
I am done with my ESOL course and will be looking for a job teaching. I've moved to a new pad and there is a real bathtub in El Raval. So yeah there are some hookers around the corner but there a mad places to get a doner kebab on my street and I am super close to a great mercat.
The last week here has been a little crazy with all of the work that had to be done before the end of the course but it was all made better by the party we had on Wednesday with our students. Drinking wine out of a porron (sp), picture of that coming soon and drinking cava and of course eating cheeses and strawberries. I think enjoy the genetically modified fruits in Spain. Then there was the Thursday craziness of getting two bottles of wine from the bodega so that we could write our final papers. All to be capped off on Friday, when we started drinking claras and cava at 11am or so at school, and then after that I went with two of the ladies to smoke a j at this really random outdoor garden bar. Having not been high since sometime in February everything was incredibly funny and profound and we capped that off by having the best crepes ever in Born and of course more claras. The rest of the weekend was pretty tame. I finally saw Capote, thank goodness for the VO there, the Spanish subtitles were funny. But the movie was good and PSH was fantastic! Yesterday we went to the beach, no swim suits or anything just sitting and staring at the Mediterrean. Gorgeous!!
Okay, I am off to the mall.
9 months later
Current mood: thoughtful
Why it has been 9 months since I wrote the last blog and what do I have to say for myself. Well, for one thing I am on my second semester of grad school and things are going well. Or at least I hope they are as I am proscrating writing this blog.
Okay, so things are not as idealic as I thought they would be but then again nothing every really is, is it? So um yeah, there is no job, odd jobs, temp jobs but no permanent job. In this way then my life in NYC is not so different than my days in BCN, I can still get up whenever I want as long as I make it to may classes. I am not immersed in NYC culture like I once was. I don't go out that much, is it age, money or because I just don't care? I'm not really sure. I just don't feel the need to rage like I used to, but I did put on a good show a couple of times earlier this year. Like life in BCN I am still very single. Okay, I will admit to a tryst or two but really not much is happening.
I am liking that I have television now. But really it does depress me sometimes because I see that the dollar is not the only thing depreciating in America. What the hell is happening when TMZ can air their videos on television!!! On the upside though I did manage to see the entire series of Dawson's Creek in a few short months and really don't understand why people were so into it that Dawson kid was hella annoying. But I digress, by being in America I get Netflix and really is there anything better? I am looking forward to cold winter nights/weekends and little red envelopes.
I love that I am back stateside but I have a feeling that I will have to get out of here again. Thinking about California, but could easily see packing up for Europa once more. I like having options. Any suggestions?
unday, December 17, 2006
There's no place like , wherever that is
Current mood: hopeful
Okay, so I am flying back to New York tomorrow. I am at once excited, sad and slightly bewildered. Having made Barcelona my home for the last 9 months, I haven't completely immersed myself in the culture but am I definitely not the same as when I arrived. I want to be "home" yet at the same time I feel like I am leaving something very special behind. Hard to put in words exactly. As for being bewildered, America itself will be strange for me for a while I think. Not to mention just the basic mechanics of finding a job and going back to school next month. Whereas for the last few months, all I had to do was wake up before 12 and get to my class by 1, sometimes 2 and I still had plenty of time just to observe what was happening around me.
And then there are the strange experiences that I have had here. One of which I was reminded of last night, as I returned to the place where I thought the artist and his girlfiriend wanted me in a threesome. Once again it was a party for my school and at the same place. The gf was not there but the guy was. And while we did not have an extensive conversation this time round (as I arrived 30 minutes before the end) he told me that he had seen me around town like 4 times. He proceeded to tell me the places, and while I will admit that I saw him at at least one of the places that he mentioned I was still creeped out by his recounting of the places that he had seen me. Now I am convinced that there is some weird portrait of me in his studio.
These are the kinds of things that I will miss, just for their sheer randomness. And of course the football. But that is what cable is for, no? So as I sit in my room with my bags packed (for the most part) I am in a half-alive state and not really knowing what is next and how the next 9 months will change my life. One thing I know for sure is that I will miss Barcelona like a long-lost sister, who I hope to see at least in my dreams. And until that time comes when I get back for a visit, I will just enjoy being in New York and finally getting the pizza that I have been missing all these months.
CHAO!
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Only a face that Grandpas love
Current mood: hopeful
Category: Life
Okay, I get it. So maybe I am what you call cute and yes, I do have a 38C, and some crazy hair, so no problem understanding why I get the odd glance ever now and then. But since I have been living in Barca a new phenomenon has occured in my life. I am really popular with the over 65 crowd. Now once or twice hearing "guapa morena", no problem but I think it all came to a head this afternoon. As I was innocently reading my English language magazine like it was contraband snuck over the Iron Curtain, I had what I took to be a 70+ gent strike up a conversation with me. Though I tried to discourage him by saying that I don't speak Castellano very well and that I did not understand everything he was saying. But nay, homey would not be swayed and proceeded to tell me (I think) how good looking black women are and that for the last 20 or so years, he's been seeing more and more, again some of this is just conjecture. His point in telling me so I don't know, but I do know that he was not into the ladies of South America. Why was I enduring this? Well to be honest I don't know, he seemed like a harmless old codger and I still had about 20 minutes to kill before teaching my last class. Which I went to 10 minutes early before things could go much further.
But then I began to think about all of the other old men that try to get chatty with me or give me more than a grandfatherly look and make no mistake these men are way old. So I think, maybe they are confused pedophiles cause some days I may still look 16. Then again, I wonder, do I look like I have a maturity way, way, beyond my years? Come on people, I want someone that I can depend on, not someone in their Depends!!! Is it to much to ask for a man with all of his chompers and who does smell like he's already been hitting the aguardante? Sabes? I want to grow old with someone, not be with someone who has one foot at St. Peter's gate.
Oh how I long from a whistle from a construction just to know that I am not exuding old lady smell.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Barcelona Blues
Current mood: cranky
Okay, so I have been back in Barcelona for eleven days and it's not really where I want to be right now. Excuse me, as I am about to be a bit confessionalistic and all, possibly a bit of a rant. Basically it has been raining here for the past few days and I guess I may still be in a bit of post-vacation funk. And the fact that I have technically been homeless since my return, but I have found new lodging so things are looking up. The question that has been going through my mind over the last month is what the fuck am I doing here? I know, I came to "get away" from a horrible job and the craziness of NYC for awhile. Now, maybe I have gotten it out of my system or maybe BCN is not as alluring as it once was. Whatever the case, I find myself with too much time on my hands. As I am teaching like 3 classes a day, which in the end will amount to a whooping 21 hours a week. I think that I am just tired of being able to think about my life. Is that stupid? In the last six months I have had more time for self-reflection than I have in my entire life and I think that I am starting tire of it really. What I really want at the moment is some good pizza and cable tv. I know, I'm an idiot, because so many people would love to be in the positon that I am in living in another country. And don't get me wrong it is/has been great, but sometimes I just think WTF!!!! I think that the Catalan are getting to me. I am sure this will pass and it will all be rosy and good. But if I can't still go to the beach what is the point?
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Sunday, July 02, 2006
The World Cup rules and why I am a futbol whore
Current mood: tired
Okay, so most of you know that I am not a big sports fan and least of all a soccer fan. So the question becomes how the hell did I get addicted to the World Cup, to the point of enduring 2 games a day sometimes? Well, people let me tell you that it all begin rather innocently. One day I was in a pub in Port Olimpic and they were showing one of the "friendly games" before the official start of the games. So with a pint of John Murphy's and multiple salty bowls of peanuts I and my companion became enraptured. Now I must say that I never saw Barca play any of the games that lead to the European victory and as you know I was not overjoyed that they won. But here I found myself in a pub watching football. Then the real fun bega, who to root for? Since the USA team really had no chance, I decided to go for the underdog in each match. Poor Togo, is all I can say. Yes, I wanted Ghana to beat Brazil, but that day Ronaldinho, Ronaldo, Kaka and Cafu were in top from, so against the French yesterday. To fill my passion I sought out the various pubs in Barcelona, apparently there are 40 or so and began to watch the games in earnest. I had a brief moment of routing for the Americans against Italy because though we were in a Belgian bar, all there were many Italians booing everytime the Americans came close to scoring. But really that was brief, as Ghana whipped their asses. So I have been on the edge of my seat with anticipation of who will be in the final and I have also had so much beer in the last two weeks that my body is practically a brewery itself. I have seen Beckham do his thing only to be injured in a pivotal match against Portugal. I have watched some crazy fouls and shenanigans in general. Now that it is down to Germany vs. Italy and France vs. Portugal. I am Alemany all the way to win, my boys Ballack and Podolski will take pounce the French in the final. After watching what seems like 100 games I will be happy when it is all over but there will be a void in my life. What next handball?
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Thursday, May 25, 2006
My Life and Times in Barcelona
Current mood: relaxed
Before I say anything I just want y'all to know that I am not making up crazy stories just to entertain you, these things really happen to me here. That being said here is the latest. I have may already told one or two of you this story, so I apologize in advance for being repititive. Also, this all happened in English so nothing was lost in translation.
So, one of the schools that I work for had a party for all of the teachers which was cool since we don't actually work together it was good to meet some new people. Anyway, I ended up in conversation with this older guy (40 ish) named Mark from Minneapolis who has lived in Barcelona for 15 years. I am trying to figure why he is at the party since he is not a teacher, it turns out the he is friends with the school's owner and that the apt. where the party being held is his girlfriend's. Okay. So he is an artist and we are talking about that he tells me that he does portraits. So I ask if people still sit for portraits and he says that he does them from photographs, we keep chatting yada, yada, yada, and then he says that he would like to paint me. And I know that he does not mean from a photograph. But the whole time that we are talking I have the feeling that he is flirting with me because he is leaning in closely, and there were only like 20 people at this party so it was not crowded and loud. So later on in the evening, we got to talking about my shirt, I had a tank top underneath because otherwise the girls would be busting out and I had been teaching right before the party, so I was like this is my professional way to wear this shirt, ha ha. Then he is like "you should take it off, the bathroom is right down the hall". WHAT? Did I mention that we were in his girlfriend's apt. and she was there!!! Alright so I just laugh that off. Then at some point I am sitting on the couch next to his girlfriend who I had no spoken to much that night, for some reason while she was sitting next to me she put her hand on my knee and caressed it. I was a little weirded out by that. Cut to the end of the night at 2am, I'm leaving and saying goodbye and I put on my hoodie cause it is chilly out and the guy, Mark says to me "you're putting things on when you are supposed to be taking them off". Again craziness. Needless to say I was out. Tanya and I leave together and I start telling her about my convos with Mark and she said that she could tell that he was into me and I tell her about the knee caressing from the girlfriend which she saw as well. I think these people were trying to get me into some weird sex thing with them. Que ridiculo is all I can say. And why do such crazy things happen to me? Also, I realized that they took some pictures of me and now I am afraid that they guy will be painting some creepy portrait of me.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
BARCA WINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Current mood: drained
So today was the World Cup Final, which I am sure that you all have been paying close attention too. The local team here FC BARCA played against Arsenal (British team and the hot guy in the Calvin Klein ads play for them Freddie Ljunberg). Anyway they played in Paris and BARCA won. Now there is mayhem in the streets and it sounds like cannons are going off, which mixes really well with the screaming, chanting and horn honking. On my way home tonight there was even a man walking do the street playing a trumpet. And a guy riding his moto with no hands on the controls. To add to the joy and excitement I was almost hit in the leg with a firecracker, I felt the sparks!!! Basically I don't think that I'll be getting any sleep tonight because they will be partying for weeks it seems. I know that I should be more into it but I have to teach a class at 8am, so I'm a little grumpy. One day I know that I will love futbol but not tonight. YEAH BARCA!!!
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Thursday, May 04, 2006
ALIVE AND TEACHING
Current mood: anxious
Contrary to popular belief I have not been eaten by the pregnant lady. I have merely been interviewing for teaching jobs. Now I have teaching jobs with three different schools, one of which is in the boonies. So basically I have been running around Barcelona like a chicken with its head cut off. So far it is going well, but I swear that one of my student's is Rain Man, basically because he just stares at me. I think this means that he has no f--king clue about what I am saying. I only teach adults which is a relief.
Otherwise, I am just contemplating my future. I found out that I got accepted into a Masters program at the New School and now I am trying to figure out if I have to cut "my escape" short and head back to NYC. I'll let you know what happens with that.
I am teaching a 2 hour class in about 30 minutes, so I have to go back to planning.
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Thursday, April 13, 2006
Barcelona is a small town and a pregnant woman is stalking me!
Current mood: confused
Category: Web, HTML, Tech
Okay I don't even know how to begin this because something that I thought was a non-event now seems to be something. Anyway, one night about 2 weeks or so ago, me and some of the girls in my course happened into a pub "Dave the Brave" and at this pub we met a guy named Dave, but not the Brave, just some random Brit that has been living in Barcelona for a while. Now I will admit that he was an okay looking man and I was definitely interested. Initially we left the pub cause there was no food, but Dave said that we should come back and that he'd buy each of us a drink. 'Nuff said, of course we were going back. Plus I wanted to see if I could get some action. So we go back, Dave spots us and the drinking commences. Within the first 15 minutes it comes out that he has a girlfriend so I'm like that sucks but hey I got a free drink and that was that, right? Oh so wrong. At one point early in the evening Dave complements by breast, sign one that he is a dirty bastard. But we were all having a few laughs and he kept buying rounds and telling us how in love he was with this woman. Apparently he told some of the other girls that his girlfriend was pregnant but this was a fact that I missed. All in all it was a fun innocent kind of night. We got Dave's number cause he was like he likes to make hook people up and I am new in town so I got his number but he did not take mine. So I text him while waiting for the bus to say thanks for the drinks and laughs and he proceeded to call me that night like 3 times and say some really filthy sexual things and since I was drunk I played along but after that night I never talked to him again and even deleted his number cause he has a pregnant girlfriend!! Then this pass Sunday I am walking down the street with one of my friends and she says "Oh my God", I look up and it is the guy, his dog and this pregnant girl. It was weird cause we had been talking about how Barcelona is a small town and then that happened, of course I avoided all eye contact. Then yesterday I get this call from a girl that does not speak English well and asking me about a guy named Dave, at first I thought she was calling about a job cause one of my trainers name's is Dave. But after a few minutes I realize that she is not calling about a job for me and I was really confused. I'll just say this the guy at the bar told us that his friends call him "the facilitator" and that is how I referred to him, cause it is cheesy funny. Fortunately my Spanish sucks as bad as her English so we did not understand each other. I thought that it was over, then like an hour ago she called me again!!!! Now I know it must be this guy's girlfriend b/c she was like did you meet him on March 28? I have no idea what night I met this guy so it could have been that night. So now I have to screen my calls cause she used two different phone numbers is that not the craziest thing!!!
Since I have been labeled a witch by Tanya I am sure that this woman will end up in some class that I am teaching because that is how my life is going in Barcelona. Randomly running into people that I hardly know in a city where I know like 5 or so people. It is strange and I kind of love it.
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Monday, April 10, 2006
Mi Vida
Current mood: content
Alrighty, I have been in Barcelona for a month now and I may never leave. While I have had an overdose of jamon, still I continue to eat it on a daily basis 'cause the shit is good. I (re)discovered the joys of clara (beer with fizzy lemonade, also known as shandy). It is an amazingly refreshing drink and goes well with patatas bravas (they go with everything). Still discovering all kinds of things in BCN and managed to get lost on Friday walking from the Barri Gotic to El Raval, but as BCN is not that big it was easy to figure it all out.
I am done with my ESOL course and will be looking for a job teaching. I've moved to a new pad and there is a real bathtub in El Raval. So yeah there are some hookers around the corner but there a mad places to get a doner kebab on my street and I am super close to a great mercat.
The last week here has been a little crazy with all of the work that had to be done before the end of the course but it was all made better by the party we had on Wednesday with our students. Drinking wine out of a porron (sp), picture of that coming soon and drinking cava and of course eating cheeses and strawberries. I think enjoy the genetically modified fruits in Spain. Then there was the Thursday craziness of getting two bottles of wine from the bodega so that we could write our final papers. All to be capped off on Friday, when we started drinking claras and cava at 11am or so at school, and then after that I went with two of the ladies to smoke a j at this really random outdoor garden bar. Having not been high since sometime in February everything was incredibly funny and profound and we capped that off by having the best crepes ever in Born and of course more claras. The rest of the weekend was pretty tame. I finally saw Capote, thank goodness for the VO there, the Spanish subtitles were funny. But the movie was good and PSH was fantastic! Yesterday we went to the beach, no swim suits or anything just sitting and staring at the Mediterrean. Gorgeous!!
Okay, I am off to the mall.
