Brief interuption in the present: I am in a tiny fishing/surfing village and had just thought 10 min. ago how i broke my streak by not meeting any jews in this town yet.
Guess who i happen to sit beside in an internet cafe?
bingo.
im cursed. or blessed.
it all depends how you look at it.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Friday, January 4, 2008
isnt that ice cream cold?
After a VERY VERY long day (5 hour bus ride, 2.5 hour ferry ride, 12 hour train) I finally arrived in marakesh. i was in africa baby.
i already knew that morrooans were friendly since i had befriended a ferry worker with whom i manage to have a 2 hour convesation with in french. he told me all about his life and i wish him well in his goal to marry a european girl.
after spending 2 hours trying to find a hotel room (being a fee spirit has its downside) i set out to explore.
a square that had been empty at 8am became filled with ppl,donkeys, scooters, carsm orange juice stands , date stands by 11.
marrakesh fascinates me. its so diverse3, but not diver4se the way toronto is with chinse, indian, was[, jew, philipine an every other oulour under the sun.
morocco is interesting b/ they are all moroocon, yet different.
beggers with no teeth, young boys in jeans and g-star sweatshirts, women in various states of head coverings, from the entire face, to just the hair, men in djellabsm basically resse that button up in front wih pointy hoodsm morrocon slippers, high heels....it just goes on.
young, old, poor, dirt poor, rich, students, beggars, dnkey drivers m merchants all mix into this city.
i started off my day with an ice cream the best decision i have made so far.
this guy started talking to me in frenchm aking why i was eating ice cream so early and wasnt it cold?
we ended up spending 3 days togehter...and not in the way that you think.
he showed me around morocoo.
we walked around and he bought me organic oranges (moroco cant generally afford pesticides) and then took me to his uncles shop.
i refused to buy a carpet in his uncles shop but that was still ok.
we had mint tea in the carpet shop ad some mexians joined us who were his friend..
mint tea is a morocoon institution. thjere is this whole etiquette around it that i am hopeless with.
they also pour it from like 3 feet above the cup.
its delish tho.
then i decided to go to hamman.
definitely a CLOSE UP look at the culture.
incase u dont know, hammans are public bathhouses.
not every house has running water and muslims are required to keep clean (they were way cleaner then the chrisitans in the middle ages who took a bath like once a year)
i didnt really know what to expect.
i bought this black soap and a scrubbing glove. the black soap is this ancient goop they spoon into saran wrap for you.
the ancient women at the front didnt speak much french or english, and my arabic is not quite up to scratch, so we communicated with hand gestures.
get naked, she said.
um...fully naked? I asked
everything , she commanded
alrighty.
apparantly these uber modest muslims strip communally (single sex).
this women made me sit on a mat, in a steaming hot room while i rubbed black soap over me. i had no idea where to look.
this nice girl who spoke english spoke to me for a bit. akwaaarrrd.
then the women came over, took the scrubbing glove and a big bucket of water and started scrubbing me down.
and i mean scrubbing.
i thought she was ripping my skin off.
she contorted me into positions over her naked ancient body to scrub every part of me.
this is not for shy ppl.
skin fell off of me in balls of black goop.
then she gave me a 'massage' whie i was lying on the floor, on a plastic mat, infront of 15 other naked muslim womenm until a bucket of hot water got poured over me again and again.
sweet.
i hopped back into my clothes, dazed and drowsed.
later that aftertoon i went back to that guys uncles rug shop and smoked hookah and drank tequila and played in his cellar with the mexians, a british guy and a swedish couple.
i was so drowsy from the hammam tho i went back to my freezing hotel room early when the pervy night watch guy wished me goodnight.
i already knew that morrooans were friendly since i had befriended a ferry worker with whom i manage to have a 2 hour convesation with in french. he told me all about his life and i wish him well in his goal to marry a european girl.
after spending 2 hours trying to find a hotel room (being a fee spirit has its downside) i set out to explore.
a square that had been empty at 8am became filled with ppl,donkeys, scooters, carsm orange juice stands , date stands by 11.
marrakesh fascinates me. its so diverse3, but not diver4se the way toronto is with chinse, indian, was[, jew, philipine an every other oulour under the sun.
morocco is interesting b/ they are all moroocon, yet different.
beggers with no teeth, young boys in jeans and g-star sweatshirts, women in various states of head coverings, from the entire face, to just the hair, men in djellabsm basically resse that button up in front wih pointy hoodsm morrocon slippers, high heels....it just goes on.
young, old, poor, dirt poor, rich, students, beggars, dnkey drivers m merchants all mix into this city.
i started off my day with an ice cream the best decision i have made so far.
this guy started talking to me in frenchm aking why i was eating ice cream so early and wasnt it cold?
we ended up spending 3 days togehter...and not in the way that you think.
he showed me around morocoo.
we walked around and he bought me organic oranges (moroco cant generally afford pesticides) and then took me to his uncles shop.
i refused to buy a carpet in his uncles shop but that was still ok.
we had mint tea in the carpet shop ad some mexians joined us who were his friend..
mint tea is a morocoon institution. thjere is this whole etiquette around it that i am hopeless with.
they also pour it from like 3 feet above the cup.
its delish tho.
then i decided to go to hamman.
definitely a CLOSE UP look at the culture.
incase u dont know, hammans are public bathhouses.
not every house has running water and muslims are required to keep clean (they were way cleaner then the chrisitans in the middle ages who took a bath like once a year)
i didnt really know what to expect.
i bought this black soap and a scrubbing glove. the black soap is this ancient goop they spoon into saran wrap for you.
the ancient women at the front didnt speak much french or english, and my arabic is not quite up to scratch, so we communicated with hand gestures.
get naked, she said.
um...fully naked? I asked
everything , she commanded
alrighty.
apparantly these uber modest muslims strip communally (single sex).
this women made me sit on a mat, in a steaming hot room while i rubbed black soap over me. i had no idea where to look.
this nice girl who spoke english spoke to me for a bit. akwaaarrrd.
then the women came over, took the scrubbing glove and a big bucket of water and started scrubbing me down.
and i mean scrubbing.
i thought she was ripping my skin off.
she contorted me into positions over her naked ancient body to scrub every part of me.
this is not for shy ppl.
skin fell off of me in balls of black goop.
then she gave me a 'massage' whie i was lying on the floor, on a plastic mat, infront of 15 other naked muslim womenm until a bucket of hot water got poured over me again and again.
sweet.
i hopped back into my clothes, dazed and drowsed.
later that aftertoon i went back to that guys uncles rug shop and smoked hookah and drank tequila and played in his cellar with the mexians, a british guy and a swedish couple.
i was so drowsy from the hammam tho i went back to my freezing hotel room early when the pervy night watch guy wished me goodnight.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Smell like Sulphur
Oh my goodness.
i feel the need to blog so when Im old and wrinkly and confined to my bed i can read this and remember.
After missing 2 buses, getting asked out by a Man from the Nigerian Ibu tribe and almost having a breakdown in the Madrid bus station while my temporary traveling buddy, another american jewm annoyed me, i finally FINALLY arrived in Granada.
I went to Granada where i missed the most visited monument in spain, the Alahmbra because it was sold out 8900 ppl are allowed in a day. it was low season. it was sold out by 11 oclock. doesnt that scare anyone? tourists are taking over the world!!
but i met a lot of cooler people in Funky Backpackers hotel. I'll talk about the highlights so i can get to MORROCO where i am now.
Granada is a beautfil city. it reminds me of greece. winding alleyways, short, squat white buildings, small brown dirty children playing in the narrow streets in front of their houses. its easy and fun to get lost. the view is great (greece still has the best view of anywhere ive been though). The alahambra, a massive Moorish palace built in the 8th century or so, is floodlight at night.
so i wanted to do an excursion since i was there for 3 days, which is a lot in a small city. my hostel was offering thermal hotsprings for 10 euro. It sounded like a lot of money, but i just wanted to do something that night.
but...the more questions you asked the receptionsit./, the sketicher it got.
Where is it?
In the middle of nowhere.
How long have you been running this?
A month
Who runs it?
A friend of the daughter of a women who works at the hostel.
What should i bring?
Clothes that you dont mind getting totally ruined and stained
How many people are going?
just you three (me, a canadian girl and an american guy)
righhhtttt.......lets say it all together now! SKETCH.
so we got picked up in the mdidle of a square in 5 degree weather in a beat up mercedes by a young black/german/spanish guy.
he drove us literally through the wilderness into an olive grove. he told us people got nervous around the time when he starts to drive through a ditch.
when we got 'there', there was an rv, distant fires that were probably 'hippies' and a circular thing with a pipe going into it spilling water.
so there i was, in the middle of an olive grove, about to dip into a pool of water that was stinking like rotten eggs while several naked spainards smoked spliffs a few metres away.
so i dived right in.
the water was defintiliy thermal. it felt amazing after freezing my ass off in my stupidtiy of not bringing a jacket on this trip.
it turned into a really good nigth. we were just drinking in this thermal springs, with only locals, who apprantly have zero hangups about nudity. then the american guy asked the spainard for a spliff, (which was terrible since europe has shitty weed.)
and then these people come up to us and start talking to us. guess who they were?
no really..tkae a guess...
well i had yet to fulfil my Jew Quota for Granada, so naturally my last night there i spent it with ISRAELIS.
dammit
i raelly have to write my essay now but i will get back with tales from afria. because, there are oh so many.
i feel the need to blog so when Im old and wrinkly and confined to my bed i can read this and remember.
After missing 2 buses, getting asked out by a Man from the Nigerian Ibu tribe and almost having a breakdown in the Madrid bus station while my temporary traveling buddy, another american jewm annoyed me, i finally FINALLY arrived in Granada.
I went to Granada where i missed the most visited monument in spain, the Alahmbra because it was sold out 8900 ppl are allowed in a day. it was low season. it was sold out by 11 oclock. doesnt that scare anyone? tourists are taking over the world!!
but i met a lot of cooler people in Funky Backpackers hotel. I'll talk about the highlights so i can get to MORROCO where i am now.
Granada is a beautfil city. it reminds me of greece. winding alleyways, short, squat white buildings, small brown dirty children playing in the narrow streets in front of their houses. its easy and fun to get lost. the view is great (greece still has the best view of anywhere ive been though). The alahambra, a massive Moorish palace built in the 8th century or so, is floodlight at night.
so i wanted to do an excursion since i was there for 3 days, which is a lot in a small city. my hostel was offering thermal hotsprings for 10 euro. It sounded like a lot of money, but i just wanted to do something that night.
but...the more questions you asked the receptionsit./, the sketicher it got.
Where is it?
In the middle of nowhere.
How long have you been running this?
A month
Who runs it?
A friend of the daughter of a women who works at the hostel.
What should i bring?
Clothes that you dont mind getting totally ruined and stained
How many people are going?
just you three (me, a canadian girl and an american guy)
righhhtttt.......lets say it all together now! SKETCH.
so we got picked up in the mdidle of a square in 5 degree weather in a beat up mercedes by a young black/german/spanish guy.
he drove us literally through the wilderness into an olive grove. he told us people got nervous around the time when he starts to drive through a ditch.
when we got 'there', there was an rv, distant fires that were probably 'hippies' and a circular thing with a pipe going into it spilling water.
so there i was, in the middle of an olive grove, about to dip into a pool of water that was stinking like rotten eggs while several naked spainards smoked spliffs a few metres away.
so i dived right in.
the water was defintiliy thermal. it felt amazing after freezing my ass off in my stupidtiy of not bringing a jacket on this trip.
it turned into a really good nigth. we were just drinking in this thermal springs, with only locals, who apprantly have zero hangups about nudity. then the american guy asked the spainard for a spliff, (which was terrible since europe has shitty weed.)
and then these people come up to us and start talking to us. guess who they were?
no really..tkae a guess...
well i had yet to fulfil my Jew Quota for Granada, so naturally my last night there i spent it with ISRAELIS.
dammit
i raelly have to write my essay now but i will get back with tales from afria. because, there are oh so many.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Salute me, bitch
wow. so much can happen in a day when you travel. I arrived in madrid early morn yesterfday after 7.5 hours sitting on a bus beside a fat, mustached spainard. needless to day, after not sleeping for 5 days, i was not in the best of moods. but i repressed by exhastion and drank more espresso. i found my way to the hostel after 15 min of staring at the metro map.
then i checked in, went to bed and spend the day sightseeing. except all the museams are closed on monday and xmas, so i just walked around saw beautiful buildings and went browsing. madrid looks like a great city. i was surprised and expected it to be dirty and sprawling.
but it has tiny street, bakeries and large sqaure buildings that are still white which i think means that they are new.
i went to the palace, which was nice obviously. madrid was created as a captial fairly recently, in the 16th or 17th century.
its doesnt have wide blvds like barcelona does, but it def. has its own charm.
and my hostel is AMAZING. okay its not that good...but its a hertiage site. ith as stained glass windows, a giant atrium, very bright and cheerful. and my hostel room has no windows which means that i m not woken up by sunslight. suprisingly, this is the first hostel ive been in where ppl dont wake up at 8am. n my room of 14 beds ppl are still sleeping at noon. its great.
so after a long day i went to go check my email on the comp im on now, in the bar downstairs.
i heard the americans before i saw them.
there was a wait for the comp so i had to sit near them, but i specifally angled myself away from them. then an argentian girl started talking to me and introduced me to the americans.
great i thought, just what i need, loud, obnoxious american frat boys.
oh....but it is so much more complex then that.
so much more.
i will have to give this in point form. otherwise i wouldnt know where to start
1. im a jew magnet, this is just a fact
2. the first american i spoke to is a jew
3. he was traveling with 6 friends, they live in napes
4. they live in naples beacuse....they sailors
5. as in they sail for a living? a hobby? they are crew? oh no...they are in the American NAVY.
so obviously we got to talking. and i warmed to them after they immediately assured me that they were not stupid americans and understood that they were at war over oil not WMD etc.,
i started drinking wine out of a nalgene bottle.
things progreesed.
2 more ppl joined our table. guess who?Jews!!
I should advertise my jew magnet services.
A guy introduced himself as a philosopy major, named david. i mean....duh...
he was sitting beside this short dark haird girl in a hoodie. i mean...duh...
Then one navy boy...SaltnPepper (gray haired) started rilieing me up about canada. oh my. I got frustrated. becasuse WE ARE A DIFFERENMT COUNTRY DAMMIT AND OUR CURRENCY IS HIGHER THEN YOURS SO SUCK MY BEAVER TAIL ASS.
But he taught some things i didnt know. like the canadian army trains with the american army. and we apparntly actually DO have a good army! we are good at special forces apparntly. boy was I proud of canada then!
i thought our army was only good to shovel snow...
I will give each drama action by character...it would get to messy chronologically..and these navy boys..trust me, they love drama
2ADays
then this girl named Knee Dropper...for reasons that will soon become obvious.
she and her BOYFRIEND joined the table. immediately she started being ALL OVER 2ADays (this guy looks made to vbe an american football player)
eventually...she told him that she would give him a blow job. with her boyfriend sitting beside her. totally. bloody. serious. he slipped her a note saying he would meet her in the 2nd floor bathroom at 4 30 am. she nodded.
430 am rolls around. he goes to meet her. but....the 2nd floor is closed!
what does he do_
He mopes around the hostel like Heathcliffe, circling the balcony.
I inisted that her bf was in on it and they are swingers. cuz this girl was practically on his lap...with her bf beside her.
This guy could have also gtten Argetnians, because....her husband had LEFT her that night. i think they were only married so he could get an EU pasoprt though...but still...but apprantly her ass was too big. and the other girl said she would blow him which is a 100% best pick up line ever.
are you listening ladies? if yuo ever want to hook up with a guy...just tel them that you will blow them. it is a garuntee.
Smart Minority
Token minority in the navy. 1600 SATS. Knew about religion, Israel, educated, wellread, sleeps with a different hooker every night.
SaltnPepper
31, smart,sexy, friendly pays 2300 rent a month, the prettiest, was caught in a Spanish bathroom that had no doors banging a chick doggy style.
AlphaJew
36, Jewish, Married (but....they haev spend years apart so apprantly it doesnt really count), the wittiest, never slept with a hooker, the one who tries to be the matchmaker, the one i spend 3 hours talking to in a laundry room until he tried to kiss me at which point i said..."úm...no.."
That is the lowdown children.
From these Navy Officers, i learnt moer about men in 10 hours that i did in the past 10 years.
THese boys, all good looking, get laid on an extremely regular basis. they know their shit. and they enlighted me more then a philosophy degree ever could. i will impart some of their wisdom to you faithful readers-
there are apprantly two types of girls.Otherwise a guy will not hang out with you.
Girls that guys want to have sex with, and girls that are bait to get other girls.Luckily, they told me that i was in categry number 1. i think my self esteem raised like 20 points.
Guys love women bodies. and sex. and appranlty paying for sex does not diminish from the wonders of sex.
offering a blow job, is the best pickupline hands down that will work . all . the. time.
after spending xmas eve. in a chinese restrauant, with 4 jews, the american army and a depressed argentians, im not going to lie. it was a bloody good xmas.
yes..there are more details children. but....im fucking tired. but...so much more to tell...
then i checked in, went to bed and spend the day sightseeing. except all the museams are closed on monday and xmas, so i just walked around saw beautiful buildings and went browsing. madrid looks like a great city. i was surprised and expected it to be dirty and sprawling.
but it has tiny street, bakeries and large sqaure buildings that are still white which i think means that they are new.
i went to the palace, which was nice obviously. madrid was created as a captial fairly recently, in the 16th or 17th century.
its doesnt have wide blvds like barcelona does, but it def. has its own charm.
and my hostel is AMAZING. okay its not that good...but its a hertiage site. ith as stained glass windows, a giant atrium, very bright and cheerful. and my hostel room has no windows which means that i m not woken up by sunslight. suprisingly, this is the first hostel ive been in where ppl dont wake up at 8am. n my room of 14 beds ppl are still sleeping at noon. its great.
so after a long day i went to go check my email on the comp im on now, in the bar downstairs.
i heard the americans before i saw them.
there was a wait for the comp so i had to sit near them, but i specifally angled myself away from them. then an argentian girl started talking to me and introduced me to the americans.
great i thought, just what i need, loud, obnoxious american frat boys.
oh....but it is so much more complex then that.
so much more.
i will have to give this in point form. otherwise i wouldnt know where to start
1. im a jew magnet, this is just a fact
2. the first american i spoke to is a jew
3. he was traveling with 6 friends, they live in napes
4. they live in naples beacuse....they sailors
5. as in they sail for a living? a hobby? they are crew? oh no...they are in the American NAVY.
so obviously we got to talking. and i warmed to them after they immediately assured me that they were not stupid americans and understood that they were at war over oil not WMD etc.,
i started drinking wine out of a nalgene bottle.
things progreesed.
2 more ppl joined our table. guess who?Jews!!
I should advertise my jew magnet services.
A guy introduced himself as a philosopy major, named david. i mean....duh...
he was sitting beside this short dark haird girl in a hoodie. i mean...duh...
Then one navy boy...SaltnPepper (gray haired) started rilieing me up about canada. oh my. I got frustrated. becasuse WE ARE A DIFFERENMT COUNTRY DAMMIT AND OUR CURRENCY IS HIGHER THEN YOURS SO SUCK MY BEAVER TAIL ASS.
But he taught some things i didnt know. like the canadian army trains with the american army. and we apparntly actually DO have a good army! we are good at special forces apparntly. boy was I proud of canada then!
i thought our army was only good to shovel snow...
I will give each drama action by character...it would get to messy chronologically..and these navy boys..trust me, they love drama
2ADays
then this girl named Knee Dropper...for reasons that will soon become obvious.
she and her BOYFRIEND joined the table. immediately she started being ALL OVER 2ADays (this guy looks made to vbe an american football player)
eventually...she told him that she would give him a blow job. with her boyfriend sitting beside her. totally. bloody. serious. he slipped her a note saying he would meet her in the 2nd floor bathroom at 4 30 am. she nodded.
430 am rolls around. he goes to meet her. but....the 2nd floor is closed!
what does he do_
He mopes around the hostel like Heathcliffe, circling the balcony.
I inisted that her bf was in on it and they are swingers. cuz this girl was practically on his lap...with her bf beside her.
This guy could have also gtten Argetnians, because....her husband had LEFT her that night. i think they were only married so he could get an EU pasoprt though...but still...but apprantly her ass was too big. and the other girl said she would blow him which is a 100% best pick up line ever.
are you listening ladies? if yuo ever want to hook up with a guy...just tel them that you will blow them. it is a garuntee.
Smart Minority
Token minority in the navy. 1600 SATS. Knew about religion, Israel, educated, wellread, sleeps with a different hooker every night.
SaltnPepper
31, smart,sexy, friendly pays 2300 rent a month, the prettiest, was caught in a Spanish bathroom that had no doors banging a chick doggy style.
AlphaJew
36, Jewish, Married (but....they haev spend years apart so apprantly it doesnt really count), the wittiest, never slept with a hooker, the one who tries to be the matchmaker, the one i spend 3 hours talking to in a laundry room until he tried to kiss me at which point i said..."úm...no.."
That is the lowdown children.
From these Navy Officers, i learnt moer about men in 10 hours that i did in the past 10 years.
THese boys, all good looking, get laid on an extremely regular basis. they know their shit. and they enlighted me more then a philosophy degree ever could. i will impart some of their wisdom to you faithful readers-
there are apprantly two types of girls.Otherwise a guy will not hang out with you.
Girls that guys want to have sex with, and girls that are bait to get other girls.Luckily, they told me that i was in categry number 1. i think my self esteem raised like 20 points.
Guys love women bodies. and sex. and appranlty paying for sex does not diminish from the wonders of sex.
offering a blow job, is the best pickupline hands down that will work . all . the. time.
after spending xmas eve. in a chinese restrauant, with 4 jews, the american army and a depressed argentians, im not going to lie. it was a bloody good xmas.
yes..there are more details children. but....im fucking tired. but...so much more to tell...
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Meeting Greeting Leaving
The problem with going by yourself is that though you meet a lot of ppl, its only for a short time. and the whole time you are thinking that these people are really cool and you wish you had more time to get to know them better.
But you cant. and its depressing. well not depressing, but its like having a string of friendship flings. constant abondonment.
Today I went with 2 great Australian girls around the city look at Gaudiçs things. They know how to read maps, and that is really valuable| i need to learn so i dont waste all my time roaming around. They are going to a Spanish cooking class now, which is super cool. I´m going to start doing cool things like that. I think Im going to go wsurfing in Morcoo with the same company. I wanted to got, but i have to take a night bus to Madrid and FINISH THIS GDDAMNED ESSAY. ruining my bloody life.
I also havent really slept for 4 days and i stayed up late talking to the Australian girl so I am beyong wiped.
but on the bright side, i had starbucks today||||
and today was a gourgous sunny day, so rare for Canadians during xmas. I was wearing a tshirt, but one aussie girl was wearing a longsleeved shirt, a sweater and a puffy vest. just goes to show how everything is relative.
Im still amaaaaazed by Gaudis masterpieces. the Famila will still take 30 more years to finish|| probably because they cant work with all the tourists seeing it.
We went to the museam and learnt where he got his influences from, and he got them from nature. that is why you feel such a connection with his work. its very personal. he modeled, for instance, the pillars, on the way tree branches split.
Too bad a tram crushed him to death.
So ill be on the bus tonight from 11 until 6 45 am, but the good thing is an american boy lent me a converter which i left at home. so at least ill have music|
I wonder how madrid will be like on xmas...if ppl still party or whatnot. hope so. if not maybe i will FINALLY get the essays done and be free to enjoy my life.
But you cant. and its depressing. well not depressing, but its like having a string of friendship flings. constant abondonment.
Today I went with 2 great Australian girls around the city look at Gaudiçs things. They know how to read maps, and that is really valuable| i need to learn so i dont waste all my time roaming around. They are going to a Spanish cooking class now, which is super cool. I´m going to start doing cool things like that. I think Im going to go wsurfing in Morcoo with the same company. I wanted to got, but i have to take a night bus to Madrid and FINISH THIS GDDAMNED ESSAY. ruining my bloody life.
I also havent really slept for 4 days and i stayed up late talking to the Australian girl so I am beyong wiped.
but on the bright side, i had starbucks today||||
and today was a gourgous sunny day, so rare for Canadians during xmas. I was wearing a tshirt, but one aussie girl was wearing a longsleeved shirt, a sweater and a puffy vest. just goes to show how everything is relative.
Im still amaaaaazed by Gaudis masterpieces. the Famila will still take 30 more years to finish|| probably because they cant work with all the tourists seeing it.
We went to the museam and learnt where he got his influences from, and he got them from nature. that is why you feel such a connection with his work. its very personal. he modeled, for instance, the pillars, on the way tree branches split.
Too bad a tram crushed him to death.
So ill be on the bus tonight from 11 until 6 45 am, but the good thing is an american boy lent me a converter which i left at home. so at least ill have music|
I wonder how madrid will be like on xmas...if ppl still party or whatnot. hope so. if not maybe i will FINALLY get the essays done and be free to enjoy my life.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Flasher
After being exhasted i had a really long convo with a new american girl. then i decided to check out Gaudis park. remember that that is the articture guy that i love who creates fantasy buildings. well he also designed a park with buildings that are basically ginger bread houses. I went here and decided to go for a stroll in the wooded grassy areas.
there was this guy there and he was trying to tell me something in spanish but i obviously had no idea what he was saying. he ketps using his fingers in the walking motions so i thought he was lost or something. then i saw this other guy. and i jsut didnt get a good feeling about him so went the other wya. then he followed me.
i tried to tell myself that maybe he was just searching for a way out too.
and then i looked behind me.
and his penis was out of his pants. ´
and he was stroking it.
my heart skipped 3 beats. I was alone, in a wooded area with a man who thinks it is okay to jack off infront of young girls. i imagined the headlines CANADIAN GIRL FOUND DEAD IN GAUDIS NOT=SO FAIRYLAND PARK.
i started screamings ÇFUCK OFF YOU DISGUSTING AHHHHH FUCK OFFç
and ran the fuck out of there where i ran into a tourist looking guy and he told me how to get out of there but didnt seem overley concerned about what i had seen.
i dont think he fully got it, he wasnt a native speaker.
i almost started crying.
i went to the museam shop guys and told them what happened and you know what they said ?
oh yea, we get this every day.
WHAT. like is he a fixture of the park or what the fuuuuck. you can go around doing that. its harrasment. and disgusting. and makes people feel horrible and gross nd hate barcelona.
so they called the cops, btu they told me it prolly wouldnt help´.
as pathetic fallacy would have it, it started pouring and i went home. now im going to try really hard and finish my essay and go to madrid on the night bus tmrw.
there was this guy there and he was trying to tell me something in spanish but i obviously had no idea what he was saying. he ketps using his fingers in the walking motions so i thought he was lost or something. then i saw this other guy. and i jsut didnt get a good feeling about him so went the other wya. then he followed me.
i tried to tell myself that maybe he was just searching for a way out too.
and then i looked behind me.
and his penis was out of his pants. ´
and he was stroking it.
my heart skipped 3 beats. I was alone, in a wooded area with a man who thinks it is okay to jack off infront of young girls. i imagined the headlines CANADIAN GIRL FOUND DEAD IN GAUDIS NOT=SO FAIRYLAND PARK.
i started screamings ÇFUCK OFF YOU DISGUSTING AHHHHH FUCK OFFç
and ran the fuck out of there where i ran into a tourist looking guy and he told me how to get out of there but didnt seem overley concerned about what i had seen.
i dont think he fully got it, he wasnt a native speaker.
i almost started crying.
i went to the museam shop guys and told them what happened and you know what they said ?
oh yea, we get this every day.
WHAT. like is he a fixture of the park or what the fuuuuck. you can go around doing that. its harrasment. and disgusting. and makes people feel horrible and gross nd hate barcelona.
so they called the cops, btu they told me it prolly wouldnt help´.
as pathetic fallacy would have it, it started pouring and i went home. now im going to try really hard and finish my essay and go to madrid on the night bus tmrw.
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.
>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.
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