Nicole and I in front of Barcelona's Arc de Triomf
We went to the sub-zero Ice Bar on the beach in Barcelona (Barca is basically Miami in Spain). Clearly I was too occupied with the cold to realize I was having my photo taken. Sooo silly.
Probably the best tapas I had all trip, in Sevilla! Grilled Squid and Spinach with Garbanzo beans. Very rustic. That fat man on the left really ruins this picture. I can see your belly, sir. My Dress matched the flowers in Park Guell, Barcelona!
Hello, I'm back from Spain! I can write more when I'm not such a busy bee (this weekend?). But here's a funny rap about the Parisian neighborhood I live in. I'll post the lyrics in English below, but I just stuck the french ones in a translator, so it probably doesn't make sense to those of you who don't speak french. But I don't really care. Tant pis!
BCBG rap (Bon Chic Bon Genre, Good Taste Good Style, aka French version of yuppie)
hey dude Let me introduce myself My name is Charles-Henri Du Pre I live in Neuilly In a neighborhood but then lost I am the only son In a mansion Is the cross, the banner To sustain me. Not an Arab corner Neither a Euromarket.
Auteuil, Neuilly, Passy: This is our ghetto
Hey man, my name me It Hubert Valery Patrick Stanislaus Duke of Montmorency At 5 ½ years I already had my Ferrari. J'pouvais not lead (pouvais is could...I could not drive?) Of course I was too young!
Have you grabbed my friend Our desire to revolt? I want to scream "Damn, flute, shit, shit ..." (lol)
Auteuil, Neuilly, Passy is no picnic Auteuil, Neuilly, Passy: this is our ghetto.
Hello, how are you? Hello, how are you?
Y is tired of Fauchon From Hédiard, salmon, caviar
Hello, it's Patrick on the device Yeah, that's Pat, 'You okay?
And me? And me? You do not know what is my life? A rub Chantal Or Marie-Sophie To make the hand-kissing Has evil sluts fucked (ed. note. whaaaa?) Finally, I wanted to say In girls a bit stuck ...
I want to be a thug, True true outlaw. But when you're born here, You do not choice. (choose?) Y is fed up with Mylène Ségolène, Gwen, Celine, Eglantine Marie-Chantal ...
Y is tired, my brother, It has big problems. Y is tired, my brother, To experience the system.
My future self is already mapped out: Private boxes, Sciences Po (ed. note. HOLLA!!!), ENA or H.E.C. And in the worst case If I do not work, I'll have to resume The box of candy.
Hello, how are you?
Auteuil, Neuilly, Passy is no picnic Auteuil, Neuilly, Passy: this is our ghetto.
Dude, we're all products In a society dependent on economic Market fluctuations Destabilizing the market. Yes man! And out of this straitjacket Economic, capitalist We need to say no, no, no, dude!
Hello, how are you?
Auteuil, Neuilly, Passy is no picnic Auteuil, Neuilly, Passy: this is our ghetto.
Hello, how are you?
We come from a family who has ever suffered We come from a family that can no longer suffer. X2
Hello! I've made it to Barcelona, rested up, ate lunch at a nice Spanish restaurant, and now I'm writing from the common room of my youth hostel, located in the center of town. There is youth...and backpackers...and weed...and very, errr, friendly German men.
This trip should be interesting. It's a nice place, apparently, as far as hostels go, but I've never really "roughed" it in my whole life. So spoiled! But is it so much to ask to have a towel or a blanket in your room? Or a chocolate on your pillow? sob sob sob.
I'm so excited to put to use my Spanish I've picked up from watching Dora the Explorer. Here's a non-exhaustive list that will come in handy for the next 10 days.
-Hola -Adios, hasta luego -Muchas gracias, senor/senora/senorita! -Yo tengo una fiesta en mi pantalones -Vamanos -Donde estas la biblioteca? -ay dios mio!
I can also count to ten. I should be ready to go go go!
Besides that, I'm looking forward to seeing some of the city's architecture. I'm an art nerd. The Picasso museum is a short trip away, and that is a must-see.
Oh, and I guess it's harvest season, so I'd really like to take a trip to a cava vineyard!