Look Ma, I've Got a Stalker!

So I went to Barcelona last weekend.
Saw some really cool things.
Like the beach. Or more specifically, the Mediterranean Sea.

So gorgeous that I actually lost track of time and ended up missing Temple Sagrada Familia. Whoops (she says while secretly thinking it was quite worth it).

And Guell Parc ~ a recommendation from JL in fact. She was right. It could not be missed.

And it actually led to (what I consider) the most interesting story of the weekend.

I’d like to introduce you to Jorge (that’d be him in the little red circle).

I first met Jorge at the top of these stairs, where I wanted to take a picture. At first he was nice and able to keep up with my Spanish (or was it vice versa). Anyway, he seemed like a nice little old man. Until he started following me.

Yes, Barcelona gave me my very own stalker.

Standing at the top of those very stairs. I tried to shake him but he moved in closer. Asked me out for a beer, coffee, water. Anything. I said no to all of the above. He stepped in even closer. And then, he reached out and touched me. Literally. He reached out his grubby little hand and began stroking my arm and just as quickly, he moved to my back. So I took another step back. Right off the edge of those stairs I’d been so proud of conquering minutes before.

Maybe it was my willingness to throw myself down an insane amount of steps over going anywhere with him but Jorge backed off. Thank Goodness.

And that is my Barcelona story.

Because I Have Two Midterms Tomorrow...

I am playing in Photoshop. It's a lovely diversion.

My plan is to hang these in my new apartment when I get back to Denver.

November

My November is shaping up to be THE BEST MONTH. Ever.

Let me tell you what I have planned (Jessica Lee, if you're reading this, you might want to cover your eyes and turn away. No? OK, I warned you): Italy, Spain, and the Alps.

What?, you say. Did you find some rich Austrian to buy you things? (Erm, no, no rich Austrian)

Then, how?

One word, or rather, website. www.RyanAir.com.

RyanAir.com is THE cheap place to book airline tickets here in Europe. How cheap you might ask? Well, let's take a look.

I knew I wanted to go to Barcelona (Spain) but the normal airline costs (around 300Euro) made me feel a little nauseous. Then I found RyanAir. RyanAir cost? 26Euro. ROUND TRIP (that's about $40US). Yah. I booked it. I'm not stupid.

After I booked that, I was happy. After all Barcelona was (other than Auschwitz) really the only place I *had* to go so I told myself that I didn't need to go anywhere else.

But I still kept my eye out. You know, just in case.

Last night my 'just-in-case' theory paid off. I realized I hadn't gone onto RyanAir for awhile so I was like, I should check it out. And I did. And I found this: Vienna ----> Bologna (Italy) 12Euro ROUND TRIP. That's less than $20US. Uh-huh. I'm booking it. My friend, Kaitlin, is there after all. I misses her mucho (Kaitlin is also coming to visit me -- yay! -- the week after I get back from Barcelona. We're going to go horseback riding. I can't wait).

And then, for Thanksgiving, my gift to myself: a 3-day all-inclusive ski trip through the school. So far, that's my most expensive trip - it'll end up costing over $200US. But I don't care. It's worth it.

(November 5-7 - Gonna par-tay. Italian style)
(November 12-14 - I'm getting my Espanol on)
(November ::sometime between:: the 16-20 - a visit from Kaitlin)
(November 27-29 - Skiing in the Alps)

You may now drool and call me names. But just a few. And not too much drool, k?

(and JL, I told you to look away)

The 1st District of Vienna

When I left my class at 10:30 this morning, I had every intention of going back to my apartment and diving into my lovely bed – something my god-awful early morning class had taken me away from.

Alas, Vienna had other ideas.

I knew Vienna could be tempting but I was quite dedicated to the task at hand until she upped the ante with a cool, sweater required day that welcomed me like a long-lost friend (oh, how I do love my cold days).

And just like that, I succumbed to her wiles and breathlessly walked about the first district - camera in hand. Just like any proper tourist. Because I am, after all, a tourist.

I walked on streets that had been previously roamed by Roman soldiers.

Admired monuments erected by Kings of Old

Stopped at bare-bottomed fountains

And was ogled by a woman the color of mold.

And when my body begged for reprieve, I gave it. With the warning that tomorrow’s forecast calls for the same thing.

My View Right Now...

I'm up in the mountains at a friends "cabin" (this place is huge) for 3 days of skiing and fun. Just thought I'd make y'all a little jealous.

Can I Have It?

Please? Pretty, pretty please with a little white picket fence out front?
Pbbbbbbbb-lease.