Yet another crazy weekend of traveling and adventure leaves me 100% exhausted and 200% going out tonight. I have to, Nicole's younger brother Mikey is here and it would be wrong if we didn't show him what it's like to be young and beautiful in Florence...allora. This past weekend I got a chance to brush up on my spanish skills in BARCELONA. I gotta say it was a lot of fun and thanks to that spanish minor (which i've neglected for 2 the past semesters) I was pretty legit..good enough at least! It was my first time in Spain and I'm glad I went, it was super spanish chic. The people there seemed really cool/crazy and the city itself was clean, huge, very urban and kinda artsy. Much different from Florence and probably 5 times the size. I didn't try the paella because I'm a wuss but whatever, mad scary to a girl who doesn't eat seafood. Like really scary. I did dive head first into the tapas though...delicious little treats. I love the idea of them, you can get the taste of several different dishes in one meal, perfect for he who loves variety, or a b*tch that can't make up her mind (this girl). As for scenery, The Port Vell made me feel like it was summertime and Kelly and I took a walk down to the beach which was a tease. I wanted to be laying there half nekked with a daiquiri! Soon enough. Enough of that, let's talk nightlife.
For a truly authentic Spanish feel, we pre-gamed at this spot called La Oveja Negra (The Black Sheep). Place was nuts, they had these huge towers of sangria/beer and everyone just sat around these tables and drank. To be honest I felt like I was at drinking camp... can't explain it. But we met these really cool Argentinian rugby players, some of which were cute, and obviously had a weird awesome time with them! I LOVE MEETING WEIRD PEOPLE FROM OTHER COUNTRIES. Never gets old. THE CLUBS WERE CRAZY. Enormous! You're right there on the beach and the party doesn't stop until dawn. I can't fathom how people do that every weekend- peace be with you. Overall Barcelona was a super cool place, didn't get enough time to see all of it because it's enormo but I would definitely go back.
Once again it felt good to get back to my girlfriend Flo. Nowhere i've been so far has been as quaint and homey. Maybe i'm just biased but obviously I don't think so. Today I was totallllly exhausted, battled back and forth with a nap and won. Meaning I beat through the nap. Instead I thought it would be productive to go for a nice jog!!!!! Listen closely because this would only happen to me. Before the jog I make a pit stop to my advisor's office like the responsible student I am. Things went smoothly and I continue to the apartment of my running buddy Coll. I thought i'd spice it up
and take a different route since i always take the same one and it (SEEMED) pretty nice out. Not surprisingly, I find myself lost after a few turns and immediately once I realize i'm lost, the sky opens up and pees all over me. It wasn't raining it was pouring. POURING! I'm walking around the streets in a soaking wet white long sleeve and my other teeshirt wrapped around my head (god forbid I got my hair wet). Every single person thought I was crazy. Numerous italians asked if i was freddo (cold) and every vendor at the market tried to sell me an umbrella. One nice man even tried walking me home under his umbrella but I ditched him half way because he didn't need to know where I live. As soon as I found my way and made it 2 feet from my doorstep, it stopped raining. LISH!! Life. Is. So. Hard. There's my "Only in Dana's World" story for today, don't worry I never run out. It's about time for ya girl to get ready for another night on the town, let's hope it's a good one! Cheers to being Young and Beautiful at YAB. Later haters ;)
I'M DONE WITH STUDYING FOR THE NIGHT AND IN BED EARLY. This means you lucky people get to hear all about my day. The first thing you should know is that there are 100 more important things to do on my procrastination list than blogging. Notice I do not call it a "to do list" because that's never what actually happens, and I consider myself a realist. Anyway, I'm gonna go ahead and continue with this blog because after a certain amount of time things become irrelevant and dissolve into the massive 20 year (and counting) history of my life.. therefore I need to get it all out here while it's fresh. Kind of like Facebook pictures, except I never get those out on time either. It's been like 2 weeks since Barcelona and my housemates are still pressin' me for those pics. Actually not even, they gave up on me last week. That's how useless I am but WHATEVER, i'll do it tomorrow ;) I've been preoccupied with STUDYING. Yes, you heard me correctly, MIDTERMS. Today I banged out my first one, killed it, and now i'm all studied up for my second one tomorrow at 9. Hopefully it goes well because my grades depend almost entirely on mid-terms and finals. Pressure weeehhh. Today I relieved some mid-term stress with a classic hike to piazzale michelangelo with the one and only Chelsea Botta. So glad she came to visit, we've had some quality walk and talks this week! The view was gorgeous as always, and there was a nice little breeze which complimented the 70 degree temperature quite nicely. Rough life. When I got back, Danielle and I went to get some groceries for dinner! You'd salivate if you tasted or even smelt our masterpiece. We whipped it up in less than 30 minutes, and it was gourmet...for real. Obviously needed an appetizer because waiting for the main course is just wrong. We made our own original bruschetta (our faaav) with tomato, mozzarella, red onion, and oil and vinegar on some freshly toasted bread. There may or may not be some secret ingredients as well, but if I told you I would have to kill you. Hehe. Then we made a delicious balsamic chicken with the same ingredients. To be honest, and I don't mean to sound like a porker, it made my day. #simplepleasures. We let the food melt in our mouths over a classic episode of Friends. How fitting? Gotta love the Daniiiiiigurlllllll. Finally we buckled down for houuurs of studying, which hopefully won't go to waste. Wish me luck on this brutal archaeology test domani... I should probably run to the Duomo right quick because this girl needs a hope and a prayer. The good news is, regardless of the outcome of my midterm, there will be an extensive home cooked meal waiting for me in the kitchen cerca 9 pm, courtesy of Mr. Scalera. What an angel. I'm obviously looking forward to that a day in advance. It might even appear in my dreams tonight and I'm okay with that. Bottom line is I should probably get some rest if I plan on waking up for this test in the AM. Doesn't help that Bigallo is bumpin' and my friends are downstairs having cocktails, and Ai Se Tu Pego just came on *considers getting dressed* ... LOOK MOM, I'M SOOO RESPONSIBLE. Soon midterms will be over and i'll have Spring Break things on my mind. Northern Loop in 3 days, see you in Prague!
