Tuesday, March 30, 2010

two a days.

I am obsessed with gelato.

It's true.

And in Italy we had no trouble finding it.

We ate gelato 16 times over the course of our 9 days in Italy. If we didn't eat gelato twice a day there was a logistical reason; it wasn't because we didn't want to.

After the first day we realized we needed to start sharing or we would overdose on gelato. So after that we only go separate cups if there were just toooo many flavors so we had to try more than two.

The shops tempted you every street with literally mounds of flavors.

Memorable flavors: chocolate merengue (with pieces ), rice, white chocolate fruit, aloe vera.

Annnd here is the evidence montage:















Surprisingly the best treat we had was when we switched it up and got these ice cream bar things in Florence. It had a different consistency I can’t describe but it was delicious! We were tempted to go back but there were too many gelato places to try.


Some sort of cake slash nuts flavor and pistachio chocolate yummmm.


My gelato binge was just the icing on top of an incredible week. More on that to come!

Monday, March 29, 2010

weirdness.

This week is Semana Santa or Spring break. I took my break a week early (woops) to coincide with UCLA Spring Break and go to Italy with Don. Point is, all my piso mates and friends are all gone on vacation so I will have plenty of time to do all my posts about Italy!

But because it's a story here is what happened the night before I left for Italy:

Being the sound sleeper that I am I am woken up at 2:30 am by people walking around and talking in our hall/kitchen area which is right outside my room. I think it is one of my roommates with friends so I get slightly annoyed and try to go back to sleep. After two or three minutes I realize they are speaking Spanish. But my one Spanish roomie is asleep...so whose friends are these? Are they even someone's friends? For a split second I get scared but then I decide whoever it is is obviously not trying to be sneaky since they are being really loud so they arent trying to hurt anyone. So I open my door and find a complete stranger (a guy about my age) in our fridge.

I procede to disregard the fact that I am in Spain and yell at him to get the bleep of my house. He tosses one of our tubs of butter into my hands and leaves. I go get my French roomie and our German roomie wakes up too. I didn't have any food on my shelf because I was leaving the next day but they realize stuff has been stolen from their shelves. We run outside and into our neigbor's open door where there is clearly a party going on. We ask to have our food back and all these girls start yelling at us and the kid that I saw in our house says I am "flipando" (halucinating). No, bruh, I just saw you in our house thirty seconds ago.

Caos ensues. Three foreign kids trying to confront a bunch of Spainards who are drunk (plus some we think) It just became a scene and ended in a bunch of mixed language profanities and my German roomie getting pushed by one of the crazy girls.

Eventually we get our fridge food that they had hidden in a cubboard and leave.

I guess what happened was my French roomie about ten minutes earlier had come home and forgot to slam the door (if you dont slam our front door it will creek open) and then a drunk friend of our neighbors thought it would be funny to come in (instead of shutting the door to help us out or ignoring it like a normal human being) and steal our food. It might have been funny if they had just given it back but they escalated it with pushing and yelling within seconds of when we went inside their door and asked for our food back.

It was a very strange event.

Lesson learned: swearing is not actually to intimidate the other party its just a realease of energy for your own benefit. That is why we all eventually resorted to our native langauges when yelling at these fools next door. As you can imagine, that didn't get us very far.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

barTHelona.


The first thing you see when you walk out the metro in Barcelona.


Tilt your head upward. It's the Sagrada Familia. Started by Antoni Gaudi in 1882, his death left the the unique cathedral unfinished. Inspired by dripping candle wax, the monument with large tiers topped by cartoon-esque crosses has everything from religious icons to a Christmas tree and giant colored fruit on its façade.


You can tell which is the second half, done by an architect who ironically was originally one of the first to sign the petition suggesting work not be continued on Gaudi's masterpiece. The construction is said to be completed by 2050, but the "work in progress" aspect has grown to be part of the site's charm.

The inside looks like a giant garden of stone daisies, with stained glass adding splotches of color.


My personal favorite gift Gaudi left Barcelona is Park Guell. You approach what looks like a piece of a gingerbread house and enter into a park unlike any other.


Where else can you find a giant mosaic lizard.


Also mosaiced is the bench at the raised part of the park. It's curved shape makes it the longest bench in the world.


Up on the bench you see the famous view of the tower.


More Gaudi? Yes please. Here is the unmatched, wild exterior of a house he built for rich patrons.


Inspired by the sea, all the lines in the house are unconventionally curved. Among the many other calculated inovations to architecture of the time and clever structural tricks is the inner open column of the house. Lit from above by sunlight, its walls are tiled all blue to create the illusion of being underwater. But, in reality, the tiles get darker in hue the higher up you go. Successfully making it look like a uniform color when illuminated from the window at the top.



Whether or not Gaudi's choices were intentionally made to represent "the whirlpool of modernity" as the audio guide says, it is definitely very cool.


Bet you have never seen a chimney like this.


Barcelona is famous for two Gs. Gaudi and Going out. The nightlife is infamous. Among the many themed bars is Dow Jones. Imitating the stock market, TV screens show the price of each drink as it rises and falls based on the number of buyers. Every so often the market crashes! Red lights flash, sirens sound, and everyone rushes the bar as all the drinks drop to their lowest price.



There are also shot bars with hundreds of different "chupitos" for 1 euro, as well as a bar where each table competes to finish their tap first. The other bar we went to though was one of Sky Vodka's ice bars. It was smaller than I thought but still cool. It had an ice Sagrada Familia, benches with fur, and was showing Ice Age on the TV screens.



Don't let Allie fool you. They give you jackets and gloves but the ice cups still make your hands freezing!


Marked by the curvey lines of Gaudi and the legendary party scene, Barcelona is rightfully Spain's hottest tourist spot. But at the end of our trip I was glad to come back to Madrid where they speak Spanish I understand, no more of this Catalan business.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

living in the united nations

Sorry for the time off. I have been busy getting settled in my new piso! I decided to switch it up for second semester and move into a piso (that’s what we call apartments here in España) with other foriegn students. And aside from the fact that my room is the tiniest thing since UCLA freshmen dorms, I love it!

So let’s meet the new cast of characters shall we?

James – Florida native, recent college grad, english teacher/writer
Pamela – Mexican chica who is doing university in Spain, speaks four languages fluently
Bubi – (pronounced “booby” but don’t worry it means “little boy” in German) German dude, actually named Florian, studying in Spain for a year, thinks Americans sing national anthem too much
Marie & Justine – two French mademoiselles studying abroad here for a semester

We all speak Spanish but there are definitely some entertaining moments between words and accents.

So, what’s the best form of cultural exchange? Food. Duh.

Menu for American Breakfast:
two American cooks
overly priced bagels from American store
mimosas
pancakes
scrambled eggs
fresh fruit
country music
American flag (Bubi was not a fan)
The explanation that yes, unlike you we do eat more than coffee and bread for breakfast every day



Menu for French Dinner
two french cooks who should open a restaurant instead of study abroad
caramelized veggies with cheese
crepes with carmelized apples and cheese
steak wrapped in an herb pizza crust
an apple tart that looked like it came from a bakery
music from Amelie
wine



Our melting pot piso is awesome, hilarious, fun, and even delicious!