Barcelona y a trabajar, pues/ Barcelona and to work then

La economia en los Estados Unidos esta que asusta a cualquiera. Huracanes por todos lados y yo por aqui, que a veces hasta se me olvidan las cosas. El fin de semana pasado fuimos a Barcelona. Los padres de I. estaban ahi y fue tremendo: la arquitectura es preciosa, la ciudad en si te deja sin aliento. Me pase los tres dias diciendome: "estoy en España," porque es que no me lo creia. Cuando llegamos a Reus nos encontramos con un tipo vestido como "El pajaro loco" recibiendo a los viajeros. Abordamos un autobus hasta Barcelona y despues de comer un bocadillo encontramos un taxi. Nuestro Hostel, aunque bello y en una parte de la ciudad muy accesible, dejo mucho que desear, especialmente la gente que trabajaba en el. Pero tratamos de no pensar mucho y nos encontramos con los papas de I. en la zona olimpica, cerca de la playa. Estabamos en camino a un restaurante cuando nos atrapo un aguacero y hubo que entrar en el primer sitio que encontramos. Las gotas eran del tamaño de un puño, casi, o por lo menos asi de grande se sentían. Las muchachas comieron Paella de camaron y los papas de Marisco. Yo comi salmón. Todo estaba muy bueno, pero con mucho mucho aceite.
El Sábado nos despertamos temprano y tomamos un tour de la ciudad. Pasamos por varios de los edificios de Gaudi y tomamos muchisimas fotos desde el autobus. Todo lo que comen es bocadillos, parece. Por la mañana tratamos de encontrar un sitio para comer huevos revueltos, pero solo los vendian despues de las doce. Bocadillos son sandwiches, y eran generalmente de jamón o de queso, sin mantequilla ni nada. De almuerzo entre museos, comimos mas bocadillos pues era antes de las una, y no encontramos un sitio que vendia comida caliente antes de. En la noche nos encontramos con un festival, y una caravana de tamborirelos. De cena comimos pizza, y el señor que nos atendió estuvo de lo mas sorprendido cuando S. pidió una pizza de queso con pedazos de tomate. Aunque I., S. y los papás hablaban un poco de español, me toco traducir la mayoria del tiempo.
El Domingo empezó temprano, con una caminata por el malecón antes de ver el museo de Picasso que estuvo perfecto. Almorzamos Tapas y de ahi para la playa. Hacia demasiado frior para nadar, pero estaba bien para tomar el sol. Despues de una cena ligera, las muchachas y yo nos fuimos para el aeropuerto. Regresamos a la casa en Dublin como a la una de la mañana.
Eso fue Barcelona. De lo mas divertido, y lo unico que encontramos fue que hubieron personas muy rudas. Los taxistas nos querian dejar en la esquina en vez de al frente de donde uno le pedia, y hasta se enojaron con nosotros por insistir que nos llevaran. Los meseros fueron todos, super rudos. Me encontré con un señor el Sábado en la noche que primero pensó que yo era mexicana porque pedi "una tortilla como las de los tacos" (tortillas en barcelona es un omelette) y luego cuando le dije que era Dominicana, me dijo " no... tu eres Dominicana? Aqui las dominicanas... pero tu no, tu eres super preciosa" y luego cuando este le informo al mesero que yo era Dominicana empezaron a cantar a Juan Luis Guerra "Frio frio" y despues a hacer bromas acerca de platanos. Bah.

Ahora estoy en un nuevo trabajo - estaré aquí por tres semanas. Me encanta, es super sencillo (hasta ahora) y la gente que trabaja aqui es muy amable. No me puedo quejar! Te dan fruta gratis durante todo el dia, pan y mantequilla durante todo el dia, y puedo caminar desde mi casa (40 minutos mas o menos) asi que me ahorro el dinero del autobus y hago un poco de ejercicio.
Subire las fotos de Barcelona despues... estoy buscando una manera de subir mas en menos tiempo, no se como hacerlo todavia.

Creo que Alemania o Francia, despues.

Hasta luego!

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The economy in the United States is scaring us all, hurricanes everywhere and here I am, sometimes even forgetting who I am. This last weekend we went to Barcelona. I.'s parents were there, which was great. The architecture is awesome, there are veranda's everywhere, crazy monuments left and right: they really like and respect their architects there. I spent every day telling myself "I'm in Spain." It was hard to believe. When we arrived to Reus, there was some guy dressed up as Woody Woodpecker, out of all cartoon animals, welcoming the travelers in immigration. We had to run to take a bus to Barcelona, so we didn't eat till we got there, like at around 3 in the afternoon. We had bocadillos before finding our Hostel. The guys that worked there were creepy and annoying and kept making fun of us, but the room in itself was gorgeous. We met up with I.'s parents by the beach and were surprised by rain, drops as big as a fist (or so they felt) and so we ducked into the first restaurant we found. The girls and the 'rents had paella, Lobster and seafood respectively. I had the grilled Salmon. It was good, but very oily.

Saturday we woke up early and took one of those bus tours around the city. We saw a bunch of the Gaudí buildings and the church and what not- took a ton of pictures. For a while it felt like all that Spaniards ate was bocadillos. Sandwiches, mostly ham or cheese, with no butter or mayo or anything, not even heated. Anything heated was after one. We tried finding scrambled eggs for breakfast but Omelettes were only available in the afternoons. There was some kind of festival going on - a procession of 'groups' playing drums, (like bunch of drumlines, really) went down one of the main streets. For dinner we had pizza and the owner came over, first surprised and then to thank us because S. asked for cheese pizza with tomato slices. He didn't know you could do that! Even though S., I. and her parents all speak a bit of Spanish I did most of the talking. It was fun imitating the Spanish accent, but I prefer Dominican.

Sunday was another early morning and after a walk by the beach we stopped by the Picasso museum and then had some Tapas before heading to the beach. It was too cold to swim but still warm enough to lay about, taking in the sun. It was great. We had light dinner before heading to the airport and we were back at the Dublin house by 1 a.m.

That was Barcelona. A lot of fun and the only minus really would be all the rude people we ran into- the guy at the hostel, taxi drivers that would try to let us off at the corner instead of dropping us at the address we asked for. Servers were rude and temperamental. I ran into these guy, while the girls and I ordered a quick dinner Saturday night before trying to go for drinks. At first he thought I was mexican, because I had tried to explain to our server that what S. had asked for was indeed a "tortilla, like a mexican taco wrapper" and not the omelette that he was giving her. When I told him that I was Dominican he was very surprised and when I asked him how so ("don't I look Dominican?") he said that Dominicans there were.... but that I was beautiful regardless. Then he told our server that I was dominican, like it was some big news and soon enough they were singing Juan Luis Guerra songs (Frio Frio) and making platano jokes. Bah.

Now I'm at the new job. I'll be here for three weeks. I love it! It's super easy (so far) and the people here are very nice. I get free fruit throughout the day, toast for breakfast, and the place is close enough to my house (40 min.) that I can walk, so I save on bus money while exercising a little.

I'll be uploading some Barcelona pictures soon... I'm trying to find out if there's a way that I can install a slide in here, or just link 'em to my picasaweb pictures, because it takes too long to upload them here.

I think either Germany but most probably France will be next.

Later