-I went to Castelldefells, which is one pretty, pretty suburb of Barcelona.
I went jogging at the beach, And let me tell you, I am in love. Love with this beauty! Aghhh, I tell you- I love meee some Barciii.
Such a nice, mentally and physically relaxing and spiritual walk/ jogg. It’s nice to have time to just let the mind work with such a great nature sensation!-I went to Barceloneta, which is a sub division of the centre city, might even be a suburb, not very sure. It’s right by the beach. I’ll tell ya‘, there are clubs and bars lined up. -free entrance! So there are “doormen” that try to pull you into the club (mostly woman) they offer you free drinks and more. We got dragged in twice from the same doorman, he said: “come on another round of drinks for you guapa’s” Very funny. Got to say though-lots of tourist in that area.
I went there with my sweet new friend Angela (did I mention how similar we are- love her) I kept telling her to be careful with her belongings. Don’t just leave your phone, money, cards in the purse. Especially don’t leave the purse on the ground in the club. Well she didn’t want to listen, and got her phone stolen. She was lucky that she kept her other belongings in her jacket- no one got onto that one. Well- this is Barcelona. She always laughs at me, Because I have my little belli sack, where I put everything in=money, id, cell phone You hide it underneath your pants, skirt or dress and it works. So after that day she order us some more over Amazon. The men in those clubs are very, hmmm, they don’t except a simple no. Can I tell you how many men gave me the dirty look, and “cleaning their shoulder from dirt” move.. Haha it’s just hilarious. One man even asked me if I was racist against blacks.. Well whoever knows MEE, knows that it’s quite ironically funny! And all because I just didn’t want to dance. (seriously, these dancing moves don’t belong into public anymore, and let me tell ya, I do not want to dance with someone like this that is nasty or either way.. DO you guys agree?) coming to my next theme…
- One spontaneous night out. Well I had the night off and we said (Angela and I). Come let’s drive with my car into the city centre. Hahaha, may I tell you- I am the funniest driver ever. It’s such a change to drive a stick shift. Angela didn’t even want to try since she said she’s only driven automatic since she had gotten her license. So we are on our way downtown. I killed my car a few times and really just cramped because I laughed this much. Just imagining what the people around us thought. “Rubias can’t drive” haha Anyhow. Angela had found this Salsa club online. We got there and let me tell ya: WOOOOW, seriously, that kind of dancing I will definitely do. Sexy but modest, aghhh.. Loved it. So many many people came up and wanted top dance. Gosh again these Spanish, South Americans just don’t take a No for an answer. They Literaly dragged me onto the floor (yes I was slidding with my feet).. Can you imagine, me, who has no rhythm, can’t follow always wants to lead, never danced a step of salsa, between all these awesome dancers?! Gahhh, it was quite the picture to see. Haha. This old men, who was the first to drag me onto the floor was quite funny. He just taught me and understood. Laugh.. Men unforgettable times. This must have been one of the best nights in barcii. Then let me tell you. Angela is one amazing dancer. From now on she will be giving me Salsa lessons every Sunday.. Privately. Yeahh, quite the thaang because she also taught classes in Germany, but people had to pay. Excited.
Well, the night went on, the men still trying to tell me, dance with me, invite me to clubs… we finally got into our car. Too funny. Gosh, this gurl makes me laugh. So Imagine: Two girls sitting in the car. We are talking about the wild hogs that are in our little village Valldoreix. She was cracking up because I said I was afraid to go jogging past dark, because of the wild hogs. She said, aghh I just couldn’t get myself…. *screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeam* aghhhhhhhhhh there is a wild hog, aghhhhhhhh aghhhh. Ou my gosh. We saw a huuuuge, I mean giant wild hog just a couple streets down from where she lives. She was speechless. Laugh. Ou, that girl is always making fun of my preconscious and precautious self, but when she’s in the moment of “misery” she finally believes me. Laugh
-The Official Language School Barcelona Drassanes (EOIBD)
Next morning I had a level test to get into this “language” school. It’s limited space and so it’s very popular because of its low pricing. I had made it one round further and was super excited. When I got there I met a sweet girl (she actually made it I saw) and after a strange setting and ways, I got to talk to a lady in the “beginners” room. She asked me in Spanish and said, ou you really can’t speak Spanish, nooo that is why I am here. Anyways. I didn’t fill out a Level test. She said I didn’t need to. Therefor, I am still wondering if that cut my chances of getting in shorted. They say that they just give out spaces by draw. So well. I didn’t make it, it was quite the bummer, but then I also found another teacher, who’s supposed to be cheap.
Al buen pagador no le duelen prendas.A good payer will not object to leaving a deposit.
So thanks, I am truly believing that I am being blessed and that things will go as supposed. So I do try to drag myself out of my “dreaming, I wish it would be, this way or no other” mentality. And try to trust and pray. For All the hard times this is what I am relying on. As well as for the good ones as they must all be a blessing.
-Skiing in the Pyrenees , Country - Andorra… Which is 2 1/1 hours from Barca away. The only country which language officially is Catalan. It was very interested vacation. But also fun. I guess it’s hard traveling with young kids and especially being surrounded 24/7 by them ( sharing the same room). I felt like I couldn’t breath or think myself. Even ended up with a small confrontation with my Aupair mum, as she was lecturing me about: Pushing the kids to pack there clothes and to not worry about my own needs (like make-up, packing) because that’s what I was here for, to help her, and she shouldn’t have to do this. Hmm, you know. I understand where she is coming from. She was stressed, little sleep (the little girl had fever and woke them up and kept them up all night) and then she had to deal with the kids packing. But I really was telling them to do their crap, to pack it up, to move along. She just didn’t observe it. Quite frustrating. But it mostly is frustrating because I don’t like constructive feedback, unless I saw it coming. I just don’t take constructive well. I always try to do my best, therefore I won’t get any.. Well I need to work on it. I was very bummed and just was sad. I felt like I took so much upon me with being around them. And still.. Oh well.. Get over it, I say. It’s always easy for me to fall into the negative views.. Sometimes confrontations will come up, until you know all the expectation.. si... well How bout this. I learned how to ski, even got a personal trainer. I am sore, Had my own personal boot camp.. Every day gym 1 ½ h.. ou and Junior the Brazilian who worked down in the SPA department let me go into the Sauna for free. These Latinos.. Eijajaja…Well Good start for my new gym pass I got here in Valldoreix. SI?! Vale… well.. Ya’ll many things.. Many doings and going.. Now I got Thursday till Sunday off…. We’ll see what happens next J
skiing 11'
Andorra, Pyrenees
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