Here be some music having to do with my conflicting feelings about going home. 1st half is the sadness to go, the second half is my excitement to arrive.
We had our final dinner on the 22nd at this place called the Trobador. It was delicious! The layout of the restaurant was not convenient for our type of gathering though, which really sucked. We didn’t have our own room this time, so it was really hard to hear the speeches and awards that were being given out. B*Town was there, but he didn’t bring his gorgeous wife. Oh well. Elena came over and talked to us twice—once to tell us that 2 people’s bags had been stolen and the other time to tell us she was leaving and to study hard, but not too hard! They people who stole the bags had been wandering around our group and they stuck out like sore thumbs. We all knew they had no reason to be standing in the middle of our group looking around, and I’m surprised they didn’t realize the same. Well, anyways…finals were fine. I definitely gave them my all! Marianne’s last class was challenging, but great nonetheless. I turned in my final paper yesterday morning, and I am finally free! SCHOOL’S OUT FOR SUMMER!
Tuesday night was Allie’s last. We all went to Oveja Negra and had a drink before the final goodbye. She cried and told me I had a heart of stone, haha! True, unfortunately. I transferred all of my money back to the US. The Caixa had been remodeled since I was last there, so I was a bit confused when I walked it. The guy asked me if I was going to watch the game and I asked if they were going to show it at Plaza Catalunya. He had no idea, but said sometimes they put the jumbo up! I had my last Boqueria experience. They had a lot of Barca flags up and there were lots of people doing the Barca cheers in the market. Since we were wearing our jerseys for the game, lots of people were yelling to us and cheering on the streets!
The Barca-Man U game was aweeesome! Instead of showing it at Plaza Catalunya (which apparently they did later), they had it playing on a jumbo down at Mare Magnum—the big mall down by the port. It was ridiculously crowded there! On the bridge over, we heard that Messi scored a goal and the people on the bridge went nuts! When we got
over there, there was nowhere we could stand to watch, so we tried going into the mall. No dice, but it was funny to see people running around the mall drinking and smoking. We found a good place to stand on the ot
her side and camped there for the night. Insane crowd and game. Ronaldo is a little bitch. He’s so cocky and arrogant, yugh! Long story short, WE WON! Barca has now won the Copa, the Liga, and is the new Campion! Insanity ensued in Plaza Catalunya. The people who had restaurants or plants along the rambla had to chain things together so no one took stuff or trashed it. There was a lot of dynamite, fire, drunken cheering, and people climbing light posts. After hanging out for a while, Amy and I decided to head home, but the way was blocked. So we had to go aaaaaall the way around the Plaza, which was practically impossible due to
the amount of people. I stepped on a piece of glass that got stuck in my foot (no biggie, just a small piece). Here are some Barca sayings or cheers:
“Ese portugues…hijodeputa es” – in reference to Ronaldo
“OH LE LE! OH LA LA! Ser del Barca es, el millor que hi ha!”
“Copa, Liga, CAMPION!” – to the chorus from We Will Rock You
Thursday afternoon, we got all the way to the bus stop before realizing the Tibibus doesn’t run on weekdays. Instead, we went to Parc Guell. A lot of it was blocked off due to storm maintenance, so that wasn’t cool. When we got back into the city, we went to 4 Gats for some yummy crema catalana. I got my ear pierced (it was only 9 euros, haha), bought a don Quijote painting on the Rambla, got some other little doodads, and then went to SIX—a store the US desperately needs. No joke, I wanted to buy half of the store. Their stuff is so cute! On the way home, we ran into a mob in Plaza Catalunya. Everyone was wearing Barca stuff and carrying flags, so we assumed the team was going to come by! We ended up waiting 2 hours for them to show up, but it was totally worth it! They showed up on their Barca bus and were dancing and waving flags on the upper deck. They were totally wasted—it was hilarious! Behind them was an Estrella party bus that was playing music and stuff. It was SO cool to see them all up close! When we got home, we told amy what she had miss and then went with her to Aribau to watch them again. Perfect timing! This time we saw the other side of the bus and different people! Score! So awesome! Later that night we met up with Jimmy and his adorable Italian roommate at Oveja Negra. We taught him to say “keep your pimp hand strong” and then told him to go say it to the group sitting next to us. Unfortunately, they were Kiwis and didn’t know what that meant anyways. So, they settled on ripping up his cardboard Barca hand and then tried to steal him, haha! Funny night.
On Friday we rented bikes and rode them all over the city. Let me tell you…Barca is not a bike friendly city. People kept getting mad at us and I was super annoyed. We eventually made it all over the city and saw everything we wanted to revisit in a day! My allergies were HORRIBLE though. When I got home, everyone in the piso thought I had been crying really hard because my eyes were all bloodshot and watery and I was sniffling a lot. Nope! Just allergies, yaaaaay?