The First City: Barcelona

I know I know. I suck at keeping up with the blog. Here's the story of our first city. How we (tried to) take over Barce:

First day: I arrive in Barce and Kristine is nowhere to be found. I'm lost in the Barcelona airport (as small as it may be) and everyone is laughing at my clearly-second-language Spanish. After an hour of wandering, I finally find my cultur9ed friend sitting at my arrival gate with her half-ass, home-made sign reading "Molly Carroll."

We hop the shuttle and take it to her familia's apartment and waste no time getting to the beach, ignoring the 60 degree temps. It was a gorgeous day anywho. (See above pic)

The rest of the trip was kind of a blur as we did activity after activity but here is a condensed list of expected (and unexpected) things that we did during our 5 day excursion:

1. Went to Parque Guell. Got all romantic. Duh. And then I acted like an animal...


2. We went to La Sagrada Familia....


3. Ate more Kabops than anyone ever and then
met this little guy: Cuuuutest little guy eva >>


4. We went ice skating and got showed up by some 8 year olds:







5. We took a air cart dealio up to the top of our second Spanish Mountain to a castle of which we do not recall the name of, but we do remember the view:














6. We started the jumping revolution
7. We went on romantic dinners and had fabulous food










8. We got into VIP at a club we didn't even plan on going to after going on a random street bar crawl.

9. We then proceed to sleep in until 4 p.m. the next day, purely by accident because Kristine doesn't know how to wake a sista up.

10. Had Street Beer for a Euro. Can't beat it

11. Found a Giant Cat 12. Went to museums, including a sex museum & a peep show
13. Did our fair share of shopping









We then packed our bags for the next city on our Eurotrip: Amsterdam. Cheese, Herring, cobblestone, Anne Frank, and doobies awaited us. Oh and we met up with Kelsey, Matt and Patrick. Stay tuned

Winter Break- A time where students go back to their hometowns, see old friends, spend time with family, get all nostalgic- not me. I decided that I would fly myself across the globe to Barcelona, Spain for a three-week-long backpacking trip across Europe. Standard procedure, right?

One of my best friends, Kristine, had been studying in Barcelona and I had told her during the summer that I would be arriving over winter break, something she did not believe until she was so surprisingly informed that I had actually purchased the tickets mid-September. She started planning the trip while I planned for a place for us to live next year- both of us being successful.

The trip (for me at least) would take 20 days. I would arrive in Barcelona airport on the morning of December 15^th, only after I had taken three flights from Indianapolis to Philadelphia, Philadelphia to Frankfurt, and Frankfurt to Barcelona. I would spend five days in Spain with Kristine and then we would head off on our adventure which included Amsterdam, Berlin, Prague, Paris, and then back to Barcelona before we would fly back to the States.

I never knew that we would get into so many shenanigans- clearly I knew there would be a few but at the end of the trip I could barely even think straight. The following few posts will be telling you (and showing you) all about the things we saw, what we didn’t see, what we shouldn’t have seen, and things we didn’t remember that we saw until we uploaded pictures. Mishaps and amazing experiences all added up to one of the most fabulous experiences I’ll ever have. Ever.

Happy Adventures!