Friday, April 15, 2011
so i'm behind. obvi.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
reunited and it feels so good.
amsterdam.
Monday, March 14, 2011
spring time in paris.
Friday, March 11, 2011
catacombs. i see dead people. then also cafe charlot.
les halles. etc.
whoa. désolé.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
things i forgot slash life back in paris.
mind the gap.
'ello. we arrive in london via easy jet round deux. this time i know to check my luggage. whatever. haters. catching the airport shuttle from barca was an experience. but we make it with some minutes to spare. i grab a bag of crispy m and ms in the duty free shop. i am informed if i buy another 330 gram bag, i get a free mug. tempting. i have no room for the mug however.
in case you are wondering. slash doing a double take. yes. i did say crispy m and ms. no. the pretzel m and m has not made its way across the atlantic yet and you are able to purchase these vintage m and ms on the reg. i know. gasp.
we get to london. take a train similar to metro north into the city. michal (dana's friend from GW who now studies in london full-time meets us at the tube). wooo. the tube.
we ride the tube, buy our oyster (5 pound metro card that you can sell back and get your 5 pounds back. yeah i kept it. hi. memories). and we are offish in london.
michal lives in the equivalent of the BK in london. it was compared to williamsburg by some, however it is in the air whether we will call the neighborhood hipster. or ethnic. either way. it was great. shadwell stop on the DLR tube line. right near brick lane. right near a 24-hour walk through mcdonalds. so like. its all good.
we spend day one walking ALL over london. so fun, walk along the water, the london bridge, i snap photos of who knows what. we stop in like 80,000,000 boots. cause there is no such thing as CVS or Walgreens or Boots in france. so we are in heaven.
that night, michal has a promoter friend mo. we head to cielo for free three course dinner, then downstairs to the club Luxx where a table has been purchased for mo. we enjoy. the club is ultimately a catwalk. we catch the night-bus back. hit up mcdonalds. and call it a night.
friday we head to fashion week-end at the somerset house. lauren meets us there, she is also in london. designers from fashion week are selling clothes, accessories, shoes all at a discount. it is mostly cool to walk around. no major purchases but lots of looking.
we head to oxford crossing to hit up the flagship topshop. that takes hours within itself. i end up purchasing something from what i think is topshop but is actually a boutique inside. whatever. and walk all around oxford crossing. find a burger place for lunch. michal meets us. we walk more throughout the area and head home.
en route home we purchase 3 for 12 pounds white wine and head back to make some baked ziti.
i would like to take this time to note that while london is on the pound, rather than the euro. no one informed me that they had different outlets. and were an hour behind. like what. for real. whatever. we made it work. oy.
after dinner we head out to a house party of one of michal's friends. just our luck. it is majority french people. like we dont have enough of those where we are coming from. of course they tell me i can't speak french. i know. i told YOU that. then you INSISTED i say something. oy.
the party is fun. michal's friend james walks us back. he is from liverpool and therefore has a northern accent. dana asks him if people here "know he isn't from ireland". yes, yes theyd do know. good question though. we all hit up mcdonalds again. and we are in for the night.
the next day we head to portobello road. it is slightly misty-rainy, but it was so nice the days before we don't complain. we walk all around, google a fro-yo place. head to harrods to see the food court. duh. head to another department store i forget the name of. head to the victoria and albert museum. conclude the day by ordering in indian food. duh when in london. and head to brick lane for our final night.
while we weren't looking to do anything crazy, so we mostly just observed. brick lane is a culture of its own. super fun. glad i saw it. sat outside and drank beers. laur joined us. then we headed home for toast and some always sunny. clutch.
everything seemed normal. we got a suprise visit from a blacked-out james. as we lay in bed the buzzer rings. we figure it is not for michal's apt. it rings again. then there is an extreme attack on the door. i am talking non-stop banging. michal gets up. its james.
oy. coming from a rugby something or other. most definitely wearing a stolen jersey covered in signatures. he is hopping in and out of the bed. crying "me hand". his hand is bleeding. his takes of his pants. he takes of his shirt. he puts on michal's boxers. he shows us his cuts. he is ridiculous.
finally he falls asleep on the floor. we wake up for the airport, he is passed out. michal later informs us he woke up with no idea how he got there. and he buys her breakfast. silly brits.
barca.
barca. barcelona. woo. stop two. so warm. so yay.
basically i stepped of the renfe into every-man-is-gonna-steal-my-bag terror. oops. like i had legit been warned by everyone and their mom. so like. i held onto that thing like my child. and success. i have everything. or whatever they took--i have yet to notice. both good in my opinion.
we stayed in lauren's apt while in barca. straight out of ikea. love it. night one is monday night. aka lunes. aka loco lunes. we walk around laur's neighborhood. see sagrada familia. laur recites facts like wikipedia. we grab dinner at a tapas bar (when in spain) and siesta it up before the night.
while in barcelona we acted like americans studying abroad in barcelona, aka we followed promoters to where the american kids were going. we leave lauren's apt at 1:30 am. yes. you are reading that correctly. we get home at 4 something. we sleep. we rise. we tourist it up. no time for significant rest. this is vacay.
the day starts rough. i have breakfast at mcdonalds. the grease is a must. oye. then we shop around, walk up and down main street. walk down las ramblas. go to the boqueria. head down to the water. like. its great.
side note. spain has these AMAZING food markets. both in madrid and barcelona. needless to say... i'm jealous. wah.
tuesday night is more lax. we head to dinner with laur and another girl from cornell. we go to carpe diem. a restuarant/lounge on the beach. legit feels like we are in miami when we step of metro. apparently that area is supah sketch but we walk around all of us. all these clubs have like little doors along the beach and you enter and go downstairs to the full restaurant. tres chic. it was expensive (spanish standards. oy) but so worth it. so yum.
wednesday night, dana and i embrace our american-side. laur has to "study" for a midterm. aka skype. aka sit in front of computer. we head over to the hard rock. a poppin' spot. letmetellyou. like its craycray. packed solid. 1 hour 20 min wait. we accept. head to bar. grab drink. chill. time passes. i check our buzzer. 10 to 20. time passes. dana checks our buzzer. 32 minutes. yes. thirty TWO. exactly. come again? i go right back. i ask to check. here is the woman's response:
i just told your friend... it was 32 minutes.
i know i was just double checking because before the woman said 10 to 20--
NO. i JUST told your FRIEND. 32 minutes.
like i know lady. i heard you. i am sorry that such an OBSCURE estimate made me come back to double check. MY BAD. oye.
whatever. totes worth it. food was yum. drinks were yum. all around good stuff.
as for sites. park guell was unreal. gaudi's architecture throughout the city is amazing. sagrada familia, while unfinished was spectacular. all around success and phase two was officially completey.
on to london.
YOU SOUND LIKE YOU'RE FROM LONDON.
welcome to espana. madrid.
madrid. okay, so this vacation got off to a good start. dana and i set out at a lovely 4:15 am for CDG. we called a cab, hustled over to the airport, and were on our way a lovely 1.5 hours early. we sat, chilled, sat, read, sat, dozed. then they called our flight. joy. we get in line, all ready to board. i need to check my bag.
i have been sitting here for over an hour, and now i realize i need to check one of my bags.
the woman looks at me.
"i am not sure if you'll have time". she is not sure if i'll have time. what does that mean? like time for what. cause i am getting on the plane. like. no questions. so the sprint begins.
run. run. one desk. run. second desk. run. pay at third desk. jump to front of line. she tells me to cut security, i just look at her. she takes me to front of security. i go through security round deux. this time they do not speculate in my voltage converter is a bomb. round one they did. i run, hustle, run. meet dana at line. miraculously we find two seats together. TG for dana. and we are off. phase one. madrid.
we get to madrid, hope an airport bus. arrive at atocha-renfe, take a cab to our hotel. the hotel is feet away. l'oops. bigger l'oops. we are called putas, and charged 9 euros. interesting. welcome to madrid. best part, he asks us if we understand. yes. we entiendo. no apology. we are still putas. that's just rude.
anyway. moving forward. the hotel was ama. like so nice. so great. so wow. also cheap. thanks expedia (plug. no i am not being paid by expedia or special k. yes. i think i should be as well).
view is great, sun is shining, people are speaking a language i understand.
we move out post-dropping bags. its breakfast time.
we stumble upon a hole in the wall, order some tortilla espanola (eggs and potatos. aka YUM). it was 2 euros. did i mention i love spain. my coffee cost more than 2 euros in paris. rude.
anna acts as our tour guide, our live in tour guide. our share-a-twin-bed-with-me tour guide. but an excellent tour guide. so like. whatevah.
the next few days are full of sunshine followed by rain followed by more sunshine. temps are in the 60s. we walk around. get tapas, get paella. get our culture on via the reina sophia, prado, and the palace. spend some time soaking up rays in the plaza de orient. like good time all around.
of course we locate an sbucks. chill there. meet a canadian woman. we chit chat. she is from ottowa. shout out to the padre. she studied in both madrid and paris. she is super nice. she is waiting for the bathroom. no judgment .i take english where i can get it.
the next day is slightly rainy, we museum it up, during our siesta i go back to anna's with her to grabs some belongings, here is where ish gets freaky. we walk into her homestay. NO POWER. and i see anna is nervous. so internally freak, externally remain calm. i know. so smart slash great of me. i bbm and whatsapp up the wazoo telling loved ones this may be the end. but on the exterior i am cool calm and collected. needless to say we grab ish and go, back to the hotel... aka safety. that night we (and by we i mean dana) find this great japanese place to go for dinner on saturday night. its in a business area, so it looks very diffrent from sol, but we eat a late dinner and relax and enjoy. so yum. and so much more affordable than paris. (see a trend?)
the next night anna has hdubbs. i know. homework abroad. gasp. but she's legit so we let her do her thang. dana, once again, finds us some food. we go to this cute italian place, teatriz, also in a business-y area, but also with shopping. and its in an old theater, hence name. and was ALSO so good. i approve of food in spain. please note, teatriz was discovered post-going to hard rock to find out it was closed for a private event. l'oops.
the next day we walk around, check-out, grab quick lunch at sbucks and board the renfe. shout out to 7th and 8th grade spanish with colombo. def researched the renfe and AVE trains. alto velocidad. or whatever.
next stop barca. wooooo.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
vacay.
i am on vacayyyy. will post as soon as i am back at my maison.
madrid. barcelona. london.