5 hour wander in the streets of Barcelona

65 degrees and sunny.  Couldn’t resist the opportunity to explore the streets of Barcelona a little bit more. Barre-Gothic Area is probably one of my favorites. It’s history and uniqueness really make me feel like I’m in another city.  But in the 5 hours I was walking up and down the streets beginning in Barceloneta, another one of my FAVORITE areas, and ending in Catalunya Plaza some strange things happened.

  1. I had been looking forward to eating at Bó de B for quite some time, and finally I had the chance.  We left my apartment a little after 1pm took the L1 to Urquoina then transferred to the L4 and got off at Jaume 1.  Head down via Latieana until we reached the end, make a right at the large Correos, then low and behold there was the infamous Bo de B… I had recently heard that it takes a long time, but the wait is hit or miss.  Welp, my wait was most definately a miss.  Waited in line for a solid hour and half. yikes. When we got close the man who worked there asked us what we wanted, chicken/pollo, so he could pre-cook it.  Finally we reached the window and the chicken wasn’t ready… however what we did notice was that the men sitting inside got to the line quite some time after us… the chicken sandwiches we were supposed to get.. were being served to the men who were not waiting as long as us… Next time: go inside or atleast skope out the line sitch… split up and who ever gets to the front of the line first is where the group goes.

    Out front Correos and Bo-de-b

  2. Then I found a scarf for my mom’s cousin that I am staying with in Copenhagen this weekend in a small boutique near Jaume 1, like I said before.. love that area. Anyways I decide to wander around the area a bit.. in and out of stores… trying on some clothes just to kill the time, keep myself entertained and outside in this beautiful weather… but first, lets go back to when I first decided to go to Spain to study abroad.  Everyone warned me how there are not very man blonds and also that some spanish men love to holler at girls… welp today was a strange day for that.  I came out of a store and immediately a man said “caliente” and him and his friend were stairing at me… following me… and repeated “caliente, guapa rubia” and he patted me on my back. I repeated no a few times and he asked me “ingles,” I said no.. trying to look for an escape.  He asked me “deutch” and I said “no”, “frances” he asked again, and my response was “no” as I ducked out and into a store I extremely dispise.. actually I just find it werid…Desigual.
  3. I realized when I am not with my roommate, Fianna, I’m always BBMing (BlackBerry Instant Messenger) her… if this was my twitter I’d say #truefriendship.
  4. Why do some Spaniards hold the lever on the metro? It needs to completely stop until it opens… so what is the point of holding it the entire time?… answers welcome!
  5. What happened to chivalry? Men holding doors… or even elevators?! Recently, a CEA student displayed what I believe to be chivalry.  The smallest things really go a long way.  The elevators at CEA’s smaller campus, COACB, never stay open and always close on people. After my Sport and Culure in Spain class I headed to the elevator.  It was very full and when we went from floor 5 to floor 4 there appeared to be no room.  One of the guys was rude about not letting anyone else on, but one of them made room for the guy on floor 4 to get in with us.  Then as we were all getting out, this mystery man stood in the way of the elevator so the girls could be let out without the doors closing on them.  We def need more men like him in the world.
  6. People watching is very enjoyable especially on crowded metros… today, I noticed a man with a booger on his nose and a man who reaked of B.O…. not okay dudes.
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