Good day today!
This morning we remembered that breakfast came with our room, so we both woke up at about 5:30 because we were so excited to get breakfast for the first time since we got here. So we waited and played draw something (some of you know this already =D) for a while and talked until it was time to go down for breakfast which is 7:30 to 9:00. We felt like we were going to get in trouble so we snuck down stairs like little kids on Christmas morning. As the little lids do when they see all the presents on Christmas day, we made it to the bottom of the stairs and were so excited to see the food on the table. We still felt like we needed to sneak around, so we walked with no noise, talked in whispers and tried to be as quiet as possible; we looked around the corner to see if anyone was coming every few minutes. There was no logical reason for any of this, but it was just what we did.
Breakfast included croissants with Marmalade de fresas and something that looked like oatmeal with dried fruit in it. We couldn’t figure out what it was, so I decided it was probably oatmeal and proceeded to pour hot water into it with a splash of milk. I let it sit a minute and tried it… not oatmeal… (Hannah, you probably know what it is already). Jenna asked me how it was and I replied pretty much the same, saying that it was definitely not oatmeal. As we were eating, the owner came out of her room and said her good mornings, asking us how we slept and how the breakfast was. As we talked, we found out that the “not oatmeal” was called muesli and was actually supposed to be eaten like granola in either milk or yogurt. I tried mixing mine with a little more milk, but it didn’t really work.
As we were talking, we heard some rustling and finally a guy game walking down the stairs. We both immediately thought to say good morning and did. He says god morning back, but in English. Both Jenna and I are quite surprised and we both look at each other in surprise. So we got to talking (what else were we going to do with a guy who speaks English here?) We found out that he was born in Germany and lived there for most of his life, but moved to the UK about 8 years ago. He had the most amazing accent; it was a mix of German and British (obviously). He told us a lot about what he thought of America, we had asked him what he thought of the different areas, and what he had heard was pretty much right. He told us that the east coast, specifically the north part, was a “live to work” where the south was a “work to live”. He said he didn’t know much about the west coast, but that California everyone had really big houses and a lot of money. Obviously we corrected him on that one. We tried to convince him that he should go to Oregon. I don’t know if it worked, but it was fun. So he ended up going back to his room to pack up because he had to leave, and we ended up going to our rooms and exchanging Facebook info (you can see him on my profile, his name is Rayk) and went our separate ways.
After that, we got ready to go down to Plaza Catalonia to pick up one of our exchange-mates. We mapped out the journey and it said it should only take a half hour. We just need to take a right here and a left there and go straight for a bit, easy. So we cross our 6th or 7th street and start worrying. I asked a random lady walking along the same street if we were going the right way and she said the street we were looking for was just the next street ahead. So we found our street and started walking down the street with hopes that we would find the plaza soon. As we started walking, we went to cross the next street and so we were standing next to the street. We heard a *BEEP BEEP BEEP* coming from the right and looked over there in time to see a guy on a scooter who yells” OYE, Gordita!!” and Jenna starts cracking up. I wasn’t sure what had just happened, but she told me later. I thought he was yelling at me to get off the street haha.
About 20 min later, and the same worries, we start walking past something that looks like it could be right, but Jenna said that it was not it. So we walk about another street past it and I found a sigh that said Pl. Calya pointing to the direction that we came from. So after “I told you so” came out, we went back and proceeded to wait for Tonja, our exchange-mate. After about 30 min, and many look alike people, we found her and started walking back. We had to stop by Tonjas old hostel to cancel her reservation. We ended up doing that, then seeing a Chinese restaurant. We were all so crazy hungry so we stopped in for a bite. We ended up trying to talk to him for about 15 min trying to figure out what was on the menu. We ended up (somehow) ordering a Chinese pizza and a bowl of something that looked like soup with noodles, spinach, and a meat in it. We didn’t know how we ordered it, but we did. It was actually really good, along with the pizza. So after we finished eating, apparently we ordered waters that cost a euro each, we ended up with a 9E bill. Not bad for 3 people eating! So we make our way home and I have now been sitting here for about 3 hours while Jenna decided that my toes were too disgusting and needed a pedicure. No massage by the way, lame. So I now have trimmed cuticles and a black line on each toe, with a Yin-Yang on the big one. Haha.
So we are deciding what to make for dinner now and im going to turn in for now!
Adios, un abrazo y dos besos!