This is how I feel in Barcelona.
Friday. My first Friday with the girls!
During the day Erin and I went on an adventure. We explored the tourist shops around the segrada familia and bought post cards and amazing cottage cheesy like fruit ice cream!
And then we walked to Las Ramblas and decided to take on the chaotic street. We ended up in the market! And I don’t even know how to describe this. Imagine every kind of fruit you can think of all of the prettiest colors, every wild game like rabbits, pheasant, duck, every nasty fish, every carne, and every candy in a huge square city block. It was amazing. It is crazy how people can sell produce and all of their goods, and can make a profit. It shows that small farms can make it. It is nothing like Minneapolis or Madison’s markets; this was busy and intense with the freshest and best variety! We got amazing smoothies!
But I faced my biggest fear here. I didn’t squint at the baby dead pigs only a foot long (that were smiling) or the bloody rabbits, but the fish was horrible. I know Barcelona is on the Sea, but the fish scene is extreme. I walked in the middle of the market and fish were still wiggling and were a few feet long in some cases. They were fat and staring at me. And some had their heads cut off. I started panicking and every corner I turned there were fish, and people caring them in their hands, not wrapped! I started panicking, and Erin grabbed my hand and closed my eyes and led me through it.
I don’t understand why fish scare me so much. It is a phobia I can’t get over. And so far on this trip I have gotten over a lot (will mention it later), but not this.
And tonight was girl’s night out! In the rain. Jody was very sick!
We get on our heels and headed to Las Rambas! And we picked the sexy bar. I got gelato on waffles The waiter was gorgeous, and perfect for Katie, and Erin ordered a huge sangria. We sat on red velvet chairs and drank by candle light. Everything here is so romantic. The lighting, the music, the people and the language, everything is romantic. No wonder people fall in love here, and the pda is so high. Public affection was at an all time high today, but I guess if I was in love in Spain I would do the same. And there is the fountain that says if you drink from it, you will fall in love and return to Barcelona forever right in the Cataluña square.
It was Miguel’s birthday so we went to a local bar on “his” side of town. It was in the complete sketch neighborhood. Guys come up to you, touch you, his at your, and yell pick up lines. But we finally got to the black sheep, and it was like a giant German barn (with no toilet seats on the toilets). And we met a bunch of coasties and we bought one pitcher of sangria, and they bought the rest, and a few san Miguel beers. It was 2am and I was laughing my ass off at a huge German table in a barn full of local Barcelonan teens. It was the time of my life. It was so much fun. And everyone is so friendly and mingled. Tonight I realized I should NEVER EVER have to beg to be with a guy. I should have crushes, but I should never have to put myself on the line like I have in the past. Guys should want to be with me, and last night it proved they did. So I am never going to put myself out there and they can work for me. Because I am becoming confident with myself. I lied. I am. And I am not putting up with shit anymore. I am not texting guys here, they can text me. And do. Like Jody said, walk like you own the place, because you do own the place. If a guy wants me they can show me. Guys here actually do cute things for the girls they like. I feel like in the past I was so dumb and naïve. And girls should be treated more than right.
And I realized girls can own the place. And they should.
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