My Last Full Weekend in Barcelona

Before I get into what I did last week I have a quick story. This actually happened right before I went to Norway and I was so excited about that trip that I completely forgot about this one. The day before Leah and I went to Norway, we went shopping at the mall to buy warmer clothes. As we were reaching the top of an escalator I looked down at the bottom where three Asian kids our age were getting on. The last thing I expected to see was one of the girls wearing a WVU sweatshirt. I freaked out a little and Leah was like “what are you freaking out about?” I told her and then we waited at the top of the escalator for the group to reach us. When they did, I forgot where I was and said something to the girl in English. They kept walking, probably thinking Leah and I were just talking to each other. So, still excited and not paying attention to social norms, I put my hand on her arm and when she spun around wondering why in the hell some random American was touching her I asked again in English “Do you go to school there?” Terrified, she looked to the guy who apparently knew more English than she did, which was none. I quickly figured out that I had to use Spanish and began to try to explain why I was so excited (but I was so excited and she was so freaked out that the conversation was difficult). Eventually, I learned that she had no idea what the shirt meant and that she just bought it in some store in Barcelona. I explained that it was for my university and that it was pretty cool she was wearing it. I apologized for scaring her and we went our separate ways.

So, last weekend. Friday after work I went to try out a new restaurant because I had read online that it has craft beers. I got there to find they had 6 different craft beers on tap. I tried a few, but I don’t even remember what I ended up getting. What was memorable was the company I had. I got off work at 2 and probably arrived, alone, by 2:20. Over the course of lunch I managed to befriend my waitress and eventually the other two waitresses that were working there as well. I spent the next couple hours practicing my Spanish while talking to them. They didn’t have any tables to wait, so they were more than happy to keep me company. I didn’t get home until 5 that evening because I talked so long.

This weekend was a craft beer weekend. Thursday I met up with Jan, my German friend, and Fallon, another one of the interns, to go to a craft beer bar called La Resistencia. I think you can translate that on your own, so I won’t patronize you. Friday night, Fallon and I went to a couple other bars that were supposed to house the liquid, golden treasure as well. Out of the three, only one had their own craft beer. The other two import theirs from all over the world. Friday was a good chance to start saying goodbye to my new home. We walked several miles throughout the city between our destinations. Saturday, I decided not to get more beer and instead take a break. I’ve had a pretty severe cough for the past few days. I did manage to get out and meet a friend for Vietnamese food for lunch. The rest of the weekend was pretty uneventful.