1809 is not medieval

I am spending my spring break in a little town in Galicia.  The other day we went to “the reconquista,” a giant streetfair in the style of renaissance fairs.  The streets are tiny and the buildings are from the 19th century.  There were bagpipes and dancing and food—lots and lots of food.  I neglected to take more than a few pictures but it was quite cool.  

Then yesterday I ended up inPortugal because it´s just 20 minutes away across a tiny little bridge.

Tonight I´m going to eat home-cooked octopus. 

Spanish Peanutbutter

Is awful.  

I fork over nearly 4 euros and you can’t even make a decent peanutbutter?

So much for that study aid.  I’ll just have to go back to chocolate. 

8:30 with Velazquez

So, I told myself I wasn’t going to take the 2nd semester of Spanish Painting in the Prado cause it’s at 8:30 in the morning.  *:30 in the morning means I leave my house and it’s still dark.  It means I look like a mess when I get to school.  It’s really hard to focus at 8:30 in the morning.

However, on Thursday I ran into the professor who taught the first semester (and is teaching the second) who essentially demanded that I take the 2nd semester.

Now I have to move my whole schedule around.

Whoot, tomorrow is going to be fun.  8:30 art history and then studying all-damn-day for an exam on tuesday (which I’ve been studying for all weekend+).

Brugge for the win*

Brugge is wonderful. The houses and buildings are adorable-it really does seem like a place out of a fairytale. Unfortunately, it’s raining and I had a terrible stomach pain as I was walking. I stopped into a bar because they were playing U2 and I liked the lanterns outside. There was an old man with a perfectly curled handlebar mustache and another dancing who I later realized only had on one clog. I think it must have been a biker bar. There were a handful of guys in leather jackets with skulls on them. They played bruce Springsteen and then I danced to the jailhouse rock. A girl with red dreadlocks (who had come in screaming “I love you New York”) came over to me and insisted that I stop sitting and dance instead. Then I saw a guy dance a full on jig. I ran out of the bar while the girl wasn’t watching and back to the rainy, cobbled streets and the canal. As it’s newyears day, nearly everything is closed. Still, I would like to stay here longer.

*I accidentally put this on my other blog before

A 2012 update

I started the newyear by watching home made fireworks shows from the stoop of a cottage in Sluis, holland. Now I can’t figure put how to make the nespresso machine work.

It’s incredibly beautiful here.

Lots of socks and underwear

Oh hey.

In under 12 hours I will be on a plane to Paris.

Do you think I can fit 17 days worth of clothing (and notes to study) into a carry on bag?

I just got on the bus to Granada and I was feeling very proud of myself for booking a hostel and getting my sorry self to the bus station at 6:30AM and not freaking out when the machines were down and it looked like I might not be able to buy a ticket. I was planning on posting something along the lines of “I’m not that responsible, I had nutella and peanut butter for breakfast.” And then I realized that I forgot my credit card. We will see how this works out.