I have been in Barcelona for the last few days, and I regrettably have not blogged. We are staying at an apartment that is on a very busy street that is loud all the time. And for the first few days we were here Ila was sick.
So, on to the exciting news: Spanish School.
Both Ila and I are going to a school called SpeakEasy for Spanish classes. We go to school 4 hours a day, from 9-1 every day of the week. I love my teachers and the class is only 3 other people, so we got to speak a lot.
There are 3 students - 2 from the US and 1 from Norway. One of the guys from the US, we will refer to him as D, may be the most annoying person I have ever met.
Remember when you are little and you are at school and there is that kid that is just weird. You don't know exactly what it is, but they are different and odd and you don't want to sit next to them at the lunch table? D is like this. He laughs this really annoying laugh like, heh huh heh huh, kind of Beevis and Butthead reminiscent. And besides that, he asks approximately 4,208 questions each class. So the first day he wasn't in class and we moved quite quickly. After his presence was added, we move much slower. Think Galapagos Turtle pace.
So, in the middle of our class he interrupts to ask how to spell all these vocabulary words (like spanish is really hard to figure out how to spell.) I thought I was the only one who wanted to punch him upside his giggling head but then I commiserated with some of my classmates outside of class. Turns out, they can't stand D as much as me.
Ila's class is much bigger and she says there are much greater discrepancies in the level of Spanish some of the people have. Some are very good speakers and some are ridiculously slow. The slow ones make it hard for the rest of the class. And for some reason she keeps getting stuck being partners with one of the bad ones named Rupert. Apparently, he is awful.
A couple of days this week after class we went to the beach. It's is about a 30 minute bus ride to Barceloneta, and the bus literally drops us off steps from the beach. There are lots of people there and the water is nice. The first day we went was really rough though because the tide was coming in. There were rips and even surf! So, not so much swimming. But the second day was much nicer. We were washing our feet off at the showers and unfortunately a mob of Brazilian guys was there as well. They were like, "Where are you frommm? What is your naaaaame?" and without further ado, began splashing us with water. It was insane! We had to run away to get away from the craziness.
And then we had a horrible bus ride. Apparently all of Barcelona has run out of deodorant. And they were riding the bus with us. Ila was going to puke, I was somehow managing to keep my butt planted on this bar which I was pretending was my seat, and then this lady just struck up conversation with me. It turns out she is a German TV show host of travel shows and documentaries. Crazy! So we talked a bit and she got off at the market.
We made it home and Ila no longer felt like puking. Shocker!
One of the boys in Ila's class, Martin, wanted to go out. So we met up with him (because he lives just 1 block away) and went to go get dinner on the beach with some other friends from class. Spanish food, mmm. not. Ila and I cannot stand the food. It is nearly all gross and fried. So hopefully tonight we are going to try some international asian cuisine. I NEED SPICES!!!
So then after the dinner we all went out for drinks and it was nice. The next night (Since it was 2am and we were tired) we promised to go out with Martin and actually party and stay out late. We went to his apartment (on the 6th floor, with a breeze and a balcony) and had a little wine and cheese party with his roommate and him. It was really chill and relaxing. Then we headed out to this club called The Elephant.
We took the metro quite a few stops when Martin directed us to get off. We emerged from the station and looked around. We were in the boon docks. It was the University area, so we started walking. We didn't want to take a cab because it would have been only like 5 euros, and it didn't seem worth it.
As we were walking, we passed by...a prostitute. Ila and I were both shocked. We had never seen one up close before! And Ila thinks her "skirt" was actually a belt. Hooker butt cheeks! After we walked for what seemed like forever we made it to the club.
It was amazing!
It was this huge semi-outdoor Thai style club. It was a garden and lush and there were couches, as well as a dance floor. We managed to procure a couch and sat there talking for hours. Then Martin really wanted to dance. So we headed to the dance floor and danced for a while.
Ila's feet were hurting and we were both getting tired (4am) so we all decided to take a cab home. It ended up being really cheap and then we said goodnight to our Martin.
I haven't released the best part of my last 2 days... I bought the 7th and final Harry Potter book. And I have already finished it. Ila is grateful I am finally done, seeing as all I have done in the last 2 days is read. It was great, but I am so sad to think Harry is done with his adventures. Ah well, enjoy it!
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