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España, muy bien, gatos y pantalones, por favor

In case you were curious as to what my post’s title is all about (no, I’m not crazy, yes, I’m very bad at Spanish)… I’m going to Spain! You might have guessed. But I’m going, like, really really soon.

THIS IS WHERE I AM GOING TO BE.

THIS IS WHERE I AM GOING TO BE.

Woaaaaah, you might say. When the hell did that happen? Well, my friends, it happened like, five days ago. I said to my pal Layla, “Hey, Layla– Barcelona?”

And then Layla was like, “You know what? Yeah, yeah I think so.”

And that’s the story of how Layla and I ended up traveling to Spain.

But really though, it’s not much more in-depth than that. I’ve been really hoping to go to Spain ever since last year, when it seemed like everyone I knew in Germany had either 1) already been or 2) somehow already finalized plans for a trip without me. I KNOW, RIGHT? I got over it, but I thought my hopes and dreams of attaining Spain were far off, drifting even farther, away from me… Until one night, when I got so preoccupied by the idea that I posted on Facebook and Layla was all “SPAIN INDEED.”

And, to be as prepared as I possibly can me, I’ve just suddenly had a brilliant idea of how to spend the next hour or so of my life. It makes complete sense, in order to become aware of the ins and outs of Barcelona, that I proceed to watch the Cheetah Girls movie, the one where they hit up Spain and sing and dance all around the city (thank you very much NETTTTFLIXXXX, holla).

CAUSE WE ARE SISTERS WE STAND TOGETHER

CAUSE WE ARE SISTERS WE STAND TOGETHER

And seriously, I am gonna mean it.

I am so excited though. 5 days in Barcelona, what a beautiful way to spend my break from school. Oh joy! And then, if you wanna really get into the details, I’m pretty pretty pretty positive I’ll be in Berlin almost immediately after that reuniting with some cool kids and cool cats, like Bernie and Luke and Professor Nik and Babz and all those Salzburg kiddos I met down in Österreich a few weeks ago.

LIFE IS KIND OF NICE, YOU GUYS.

I’ve got some cool Barcelona recommendations from cool people like my brother, Colin, my home girls Ashley and Maria, my singing-as-talking partner, Paul… all is well, all is lookin’ good.

So, until next time, friends, when I tell you ALL ABOUT my magical time at the beach, eating tapas, drinking copious amounts of sangria, and basically just being a badass who can up and decide to head over to Barcelona a week ahead of time.

TO THE  CURRENT AND VERY TEMPORARY NATURE OF MY LIFE!

TO THE CURRENT AND VERY TEMPORARY NATURE OF MY LIFE!

Prost!

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Gewürz up your life *

Today marks the official last day of Herbstferien, that magical two-week time period in which I got to be in Leipzig and didn’t even have to do anything, ever. What a blessing! And with so many Euros in my pocket, no less! But alas, today is the end of days, and while I still don’t actually have to go to school tomorrow (Monday is my free day, ha!), I’ll be back to the daily grind on Tuesday, tellin’ kids about English things once again.

And really, that’s okay, too. There is nothing bad about working 12 hours a week and getting rubber-band presents from children who think you’re the bee’s knees.

The ghosts even make this a seasonally appropriate joke.

The ghosts even make this a seasonally appropriate joke.

But, as you may guess, Herbstferien has been great. I will admit to doing a LOT of sleeping. But I’m a 20-something girl with probable insomnia, okay? It’s just how it is. Plus I love sleep and hate mornings. Don’t judge me. However many other things happened, too. I shopped a lot (which was, eh, probably not so advisable), I had 4 visitors who came to stay during various times of Herbstferien *shoutouts to Babz, Helen, Breanna & Tracey– sup, kidz* which made for pretty fun times, I went out and about quite often with the roommates, celebrated Halloween in more ways than one (masks & pie, explanations forthcoming), and was even slightly productive when it comes to my grad school applications (still gotta be more productive in that regard, though, time’s a ticking).

So you know what? I will dare to call this Herbstferien a success. I WILL DARE. It’s been fun. I didn’t travel or anything special, but I have made a promise to myself that I’ll get my shit stuff together (i.e. grad school apps) before I allow myself to galavant this time around. And I stuck to that, and I’ll continue to stick to that! Soon enough.

Oh yikes, that's all too accurate.

Oh yikes, that’s all too accurate.

But I mean it.

Anyway, yeah, about the masks and pie. In light of Halloween approaching and Halloween & pumpkins being so closely associated, Vanessa and I decided to make a pumpkin pie. Which we did. And we ate it yesterday and it actually tasted PERFECT, which was surprising since we accidentally made it out of pickled pumpkin chunks.

Yes, that’s right. I said pickled pumpkin chunks. You can’t buy canned pumpkin puree in Germany, because nobody makes pumpkin pie in Germany. And we didn’t feel like buying the pumpkin and making the pumpkin puree ourselves, because that would have added like a whole hour onto the pumpkin-pie-making process. So we bought a jar of pumpkin, and only when we opened it at home did we realize it was pickled pumpkin, made by this company that specifically only makes pickled things.

This. This is what we bought. It doesn't look all that menacing, but just imagine a pumpkin pie that tastes like pickles. Ughhh.

This. This is what we bought. It doesn’t look all that menacing, but just imagine a pumpkin pie that tastes like pickles. Ughhh.

As I said, LUCKILY, all the spices you put in pumpkin pie totally eliminated any potential-pickle-power (PPP, from now on). All traces of PPP were engulfed by cinnamon and nutmeg and other seasonal Gewürze, and the pie tasted great. General consensus was somewhere between “it tastes like autumn” and “it tastes like Christmas.” So, Thanksgiving. As it should be.

Later that day, Thursday, the day before Halloween, I went to a Masquerade Party with my roommates & company! It was pretty great. I made my mask myself, having bought a blank mask from this craft store. Nathan and I spent an hour or so the Tuesday before jazzin’ them up and then I finished it the next day, when I decided that masks need to be TOTALLY COVERED IN GLITTER (there was, thereafter, glitter all over everything in my bedroom) (and continues to be).

(I also glittered my fingernails). (I may have a glitter problem).

It's totally hard to tell cause of the masks but this is a picture of 4/5 of the original Spice Girls. Dead serious.

It’s totally hard to tell cause of the masks but this is a picture of 4/5 of the original Spice Girls. Dead serious.

* Note to anyone speaking German, the title of this post makes sense in a very loose understanding of the word “sense.” Note to everyone else, I’m making a lame Spice Girls joke, because of course I am.

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