It's been a few weeks since I posted on here. I haven't been particularly busy or anything (besides last weekend but I will explain that soon), I just totally forgot that I have a running blog. So if you care enough to keep reading, you shall be informed of what's been going on in my head/life.
Last weekend, Daniel flew down from Amsterdam to visit me for the weekend. After a chilly week in the Netherlands with him, it was time for him to become acquainted with the near-tropical city that I've called home for the past few months. It was honestly the most fun I've had in Barcelona since I got here. Not because we went out to the beach clubs or did crazy things, but it was just really nice to be in this city with someone who knew me as well as I knew myself. A big reason why we have been so close over the years is because we have a LOT of shared interests, so he's definitely my favorite person to explore new places with. When I first got here, I had a hard time adjusting for that exact reason; I didn't have anyone physically here with me who knew me very well, so it was hard for me to find things to do with people because I'm pretty introverted. It's still hard sometimes, I'll admit, but I'm much more adjusted and happier now.
Me being the type A personality that I am, I had an extensive itinerary planned out for Daniel's stay. I'm proud to say that we were able to go to every single one of the places that I chose for us to visit. Granted, Barcelona is on the smaller end of the spectrum when it comes to major cities, and the public transportation system is second to none, so it wasn't exactly difficult. I am really gonna miss the metro here when I'm back in the DMV. I LOATHE the D.C. metro with a burning passion, just like every other sane person.
Our weekend was pretty much perfect, until the very end, when I dropped him off at the airport and we said goodbye. I made my way home, was having some nice relaxation time with some tea, when I received a text from Daniel at one thirty in the morning (his flight was supposed to be at 9:45) saying that he was still in Barcelona and that he had to come back to me because his flight had been delayed with no further information. So, at 3 AM, I made my way down to my lobby to let in an exhausted Daniel as he got out of a cab from the airport. We slept for about five hours, then trekked back to the airport again to figure out what to do. Long story short, he was finally on his way back to Amsterdam 24 hours after his scheduled flight. It was seriously the biggest headache, even for me, and I wasn't even the one stuck in the wrong country! I applaud him for his never-ending patience and composure in situations like that.
Below are some of my favorite pictures from this weekend. (Bear in mind that most of them are just pictures of us smiling in various locations. I don't know how Daniel puts up with my love/obsession of taking pictures. If you're reading this, you're great)
Daniel said this looked like a scene out of GTA. I have to agree...
The beaches north of Barceloneta are so quiet and calm. This was at Playa Bogatell off the Poble Nou metro stop. To each their own, but I don't know why anyone hangs out there. Not to mention the fact that the odds of getting your stuff stolen increases exponentially...
I am definitely aware that I'm not posting as often on here anymore, and I've come to terms with that. When I started this blog I told myself I was going to update at least once a week, and that's clearly not been the case. I have two reasons for this: I am lazy. Plain and simple. My other reason is that I don't want to walk around the city while constantly thinking about what kind of pictures to take to put on here and what I'll write on here about my experiences. You might think that's silly, but once I commit to any kind of project, it's constantly on my mind. So I decided it was okay to cut down on how often I post. I think I'm just rambling on at this point, but if it makes sense to at least one person who reads it, then I'm good.
In other news, I registered for my last semester of undergrad a few days ago! It's surreal. No, really, it hasn't hit me yet and I refuse to accept it. I actually got a very good schedule, including an art studio class that I've wanted to take but could never get into. Sweet victory is mine! I think I'm more nervous than excited that my time at College Park is coming to an end. It happened way too fast, and the idea of life after graduation is a little too close for comfort. But, I'm in Spain, and I'm not going to worry about that right now. I have exactly two months until I'm back in the United States, and I'm going to enjoy it, damn it.