Harry Potter, Per Favore

Day 2 in Barcleona:

>I heard this distinctive voice outside my dorm room int he early morning. It could only mean one thing; än American.

I walked outside and said without thinking ¨Hi my names danielle, where in new york are you from?¨ç

YOu know why?it was my subconcsious telling me how Jewish this kid was. But it turns out he was from arizona...but common...i was close. and he WAS jewish. Wanna know how I found out?

Him; Oh, Ive been to canada before
me; how?
Him; Oh, a youth group trip

subtext; wow your hair is really curly. i wonder if your jewish

Me;mhmm..which one
subtext; bingo..this kid is defnitely jewish. i´m thinking USY
him;NIFTY
subtext; she knows what i just said.aha! i knew she was a jew too. it is so obvious i have amazing jewdar
Me; Yea i went to arizona on NCSY, they just switch us, eh
subtext; reform! wait...why do i only keep meeting jews no matter whre i travel? are we really everywhere?


So after that I went to the fämous street; La Ramblas.

Maybe in the summer because of all the tourists it is crazy, but it was just a nice street. no artists, a few street perfromas, but not insane like id been lead to belive. everyone spoke spanish, except for a few tourists with their maps and cameras out.

on the side of La Ramblas was a famous market.
I nearly threw up.

The market started off nice by selling chocolate and nuts and quickly detieroated into animals. and not Loblaws animals. full. animals. the only wya you could tell that they were dead is becuase they wernt moving.

it was disgusting.

chickens with their heads still on with their feathers. baby pigs that still had their eyelases. my friend told me she even saw rabbits there. the poor lobsters were moving their ineffectual claws just waiting to be dropped into a pot of boiling water.

it was a depressing place.

but everyone else seemed to love it.

if iw asnt already a vegitarian, that would defintiley be the turning point for me to become one. i still have nightmares about it.

the chickens hanging by a hook from their neck...oy

I walked down to the port, then up into the Gothic area. Tiny cobbled alleywys where potters and cotteners used to live. adoarble. except for the sketchy youth that were hanging around. i think there are housing projects there. europe is kind of turning me into a xenophobist.

I went to the Picasso museam, and i have to say, im not a huge fan. im nore into ancient sculptures and renissance art then modern.

I just dont see the depth to it.

i did like tho the part where there were this old magazine cuttings of women, advertising for perfume in a bathing suit in 1940, and he would draw grffiti on it of a weird man looking up or down at them.

i found it satircal. and funny.

and the fact that these women in the ad must have been a size 8. isnt that crazy¨. i coudnt even see their ribcages.

i then walked nd walked and walked around for more. it rained off and on for like 30 seconds at a time. i did a little browsing on p.Garcia, a shopping street with wide bolavards and palm trees. it must be sooo nice in the summer. everything is nice in the summer though. i saw more starbucks there, but have yet to have any. im trying to stay on budget here||

I went back to the hostel at the same time as the Israels who told me they tried to go to shul so they would get invited to a shabbas dinner, but the shul was closed...on a friday. so sad. once spain was the centre of jewry. now you cnt even find a shul open on shabbas in a major city.

then american jew from this morning told me it was his brothers 21st birthday and they were all going out. but the israelis were also going out. and they were being relaly tense about it like wnated to go out really early. and i would have rather spend time with the americans_no thanks to the 2 giant smirnoff bottles they had_ but i didnt want to ditch the israelis so i went with them to a shot bar promising to meet up with the americans later.

this shot bar.....has like...100 shots at least all printed on the wall for 1.80 euro. i ordered a harry potter. delish. then babylon. delish. then the bartender lit my thumb on fire.

seriously.

Danielle,what did you learn in spain
Well, mom, i learned how to set my thumb on fire and then put it out in my mouth.

then we went to this hip hop club. non of them wanted to meet up with the americans. and the hostel worker guy was with us and was majorly macking on this american girl.=

akkkkwaard.

so we had to take a cab to this bar. cabs START at 4 euro. i was kinda pissed.
we totally could have wlked but whatever. so we get there and it is the worst myusic on the top floor. like seriously it was funny, like all 70s to 90smusic. but the place started filling up a lot at 3. i put my money and keys into americns girl bag for safekeeping. and then she dissappered with hostel worker. well...4 hours later....where the fuck were they? thats right. they LEFT. and one israely guy went off with a really ugly columbian girl.

and the other israeli guy had given his keys to the night hostel worker. dammit.

second bloody time ive been locked out of my hostel. first time was in amsterdam.

so we walked home at like 5 ish am and the other hostel worker let us in . and then i stayed up a few more house reaserching train rides. crashed asleep.

then woke up at like 10 becuase i couldnt get back asleep.