Monday, March 21, 2011

Daily Dose of España...A visit to Mercadona (our version of Cub, H-E-B, or whatever you may have at home)

Here's the scoop on grocery shopping in Barce...

If you're a local you have these grocery bags on wheels (at least that's what I call them)...



If you're a non-local/tourist/have no idea what's going on (aka me up until a month ago), you don't have one of these, you also make fun of these bags on wheels, and you end up having to buy plastic grocery bags (which are about 2 cents here, I like the go-green effort)...and ultimately end up carrying about 30 lbs+ of groceries home.

And let me tell you...carrying all these groceries (I try to do two weeks worth in one trip) for 15 mins is DEATH. Worse than an arm workout at Life Time.

Moral of the story...I now understand why people have the 'once funny,' now 'completely rational' grocery bags on wheels. Joke's on me I guess... hah. :)

Embracing life as a Euro one experience at a time.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Updates on vida...

Went to Athens last weekend...what I learned...
-"In Greece it's all about who you know" This is what I learned from our new Athenian friend, Notis, whom I met through my aunt. He was great and toured us around Athens and the coast. This was the definite highlight of my trip because we got to do and see things that tourists usually don't get to see. And, we got the inside scoop on life in Athens...hence the lesson...in Greece it's about who you know. We got to celebrate Carnival in Athens in Plaka, which is super cute! Great weekend!

Stayed in Barcelona this weekend and visited the Dali museum...EPIC. He is one cooky fella, but it makes me love him and his art that much more. My favorite museum by far. Dad...this is the one and only museum I would actually take as long as you do to see ;)  Here's what we concluded: its where a kid's museum meets maturity, if that makes sense. Props Dali, your stuff is great.

Photos to come...

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Daily Dose of España...one of my favorite sights

Let me just start by saying that in Barcelona (and other cities I've seen in Spain), there are PIDGEONS everywhere. I'm not talking your few random wanderers, I'm talking hundreds of pigeons. You would think that the pigeon is the national bird...in case you are wondering though, its actually the Crested Caracara. Feel free to Wikipedia it for more random knowledge. Anyway, something I have noticed over the last two moths is that these winged friends are fearless of humans, much to my surprise. They barely flinch whey you walk by. Ladies and gents, that's operant conditioning at its best (at least, I think that's what I remember from Psychology 1001).

The main plaza here, Plaza Catalunya, is inundated with pigeons.So I guess I have to rephrase what I said...USUALLY, when 5 years olds aren't running at the pigeons they stay put. In a non-creepy way, this is one of my favorite things to see while people watching...kids running at pigeons. It is incredible how overwhelmed with joy they get when running at the birds. Wish I was still this easily amused.