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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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Herbstferien, the triumphs and tribulations

A week of Herbstferien has already passed us by, and I’m just now finding time to update the world on my life here in Germanland. Hello, all. What’s new? Did you get a haircut? Lookin’ sharp, my friend, real sharp.

Since last speaking, plenty of really important interesting things have obviously happened in my life that you deserve to know all about. But… I don’t know, I just don’t really feel like telling you about everything. Sorry, guys. Disappointing, I know.

I’ll cover a few highlights…

Most importantly:

I went to Oktoberfest

And check out my authentic "German Folk Man" costume!

And check out my authentic “German Folk Man” costume!

That is RIGHT, my little friends. The real deal, real German, real Bavarian, real beer-soaked Oktoberfest. And, to be fair, the above picture is not actually mine, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t see similar things all throughout the day that I was there.

Eh, what the hell. I saw some things like THIS:

Our new friend, the old man with the loose lips, ahem-hem.

Our new friend, the old man with the loose lips, ahem-hem.

Annnnnd… THIS:

When we finally made it into a beer tent, having come thiiiis close to selling ourselves for entrance.

When we finally made it into a beer tent, having come thiiiis close to selling ourselves for entrance.

But for real, though.

It’s damn hard getting into those tents. We never bothered to make a reservation and only managed to get inside toward the end of the night, when people were already drunkenly staggering out and occasionally clearing some tables.

We met a LOT of Italians, a few Spaniards, and ate a ton of fatty southern German foods. It was magical. A beer cost 10 Euro, kinda crazy, but when you put into perspective that you’re getting a whole liter, it makes it a little more okay.

At the end of the night, I was ready to unzip my dirndl and let my beer belly fly free. Which is exactly what I did. Them dirndls really do you a favor while marathon drinking all day.

We're actually all 300 pounds or more.

We’re actually all 300 pounds or more.

But oh no, that’s not all!

Along with this trip down south to Munich and beer heaven, Ashley and I got to visit/stay with our good ladies in Salzburg. Maddy kindly hosted us in her humble home and Natascha, ever a charming hostess, got us wasted and made us dance until five in the morning. Good times, galz.

Our walk home. YOLO, right?  Right?

Our walk home. YOLO, right?
Right?

Ignore me.

Anyway, since returning to the North, I’ve been having  a pretty good time as well. I had a bit of a freak-out moment when, for some unknown reason, my debit card was frozen by Chase for “suspicious activity,” thanks to me taking money out of my account in Austria. WAY TO NOT TAKE NOTICE OF MY TRAVEL ALERT, GUYS. Ugh.

However, that’s fixed, and, best of all:

I GOT PAID YESTERDAY!

Finally. ENDLICH. There is now money in my German bank account. I didn’t open it for nothin’.

Girl be rollin' in them Euros.

Girl be rollin’ in them Euros.

To celebrate, I got myself some sweet deals in the Fußgängerzone yesterday, cause all the clothes I brought with me suck and clearly I have a shopping problem (don’t worry, Mom, I didn’t go crazy) (according to some).

But, yeah. Basically I’ve been having a ball during Herbstferien (fall break, for those of you who haven’t caught on yet). I’ve gone out a few times (with my roommate, with student teachers at school), have eaten some nice foods (Alice and Paul, here’s lookin’ at you), and even found myself partaking in an age-old German tradition of watching crime shows on a Sunday night.

Almost Tatort.

Almost Tatort.

I’ve still got a week left before school’s back in session, and with a few more Euros in my pocket than before, I’ve plans galore to fill my time.

Who’s excited, this girl’s excited!

Until next time, internet.

YES, MARCELLO!

YES, MARCELLO!

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