5/28 E-mail to Mom and Ron
Mom and Ron,
I thought I would give you an idea of how my day went as I have a fairly good idea of how your airplane hell was. I didn´t have too much trouble finding the train out of the airport (it was right where Ron said it would be). I almost missed a connection in the middle of butthole nowhere Barcelona outskirts but made it and arrived at the Barcelona-Sants train station. So, it turns out that when we were trying to find the airport bus THE VERY LARGE BUILDING we were walking all around the outside of was the very building that houses the airport train. We really can be dolts.
I was a bit confused about where to get off the train and saw two girls that I assumed to be either returning Barcelonians or French. I asked them in Spanish if we were at the Barc-Sants station and received two blank stares. I asked if they were English and they replied: ¨Michigan State¨. They had less of a clue than me. Between the three of us we figured out the right stop and I told them that I would spend the day with them and give them the quick and dirty tutorial of Barcelona without them having to suffer the pain the three of us went through. Of course, I instructed them to get a Barcelona card (turns out you can get one at the train station) and in return they gave me the T-10 they purchased at the airport.
Oh yeah, they´re sisters, their mom works for an airline, they get ridiculously discounted plane fares for themselves and friends, one is living in Paris over the summer, and the other in Finland this fall, they LOVE me, we had a great day, and they want me to visit them later this year. I told them about the tour boat and after we found them a ridiculously cheap hostel on the waterfront (and after I told them to refuse the first offer of a room on the noisy street and they got a cool quiet one on a back alley), we stashed and locked up our stuff in the hostel room, then went on a 1.5 hour cruise around the Barcelona seashore. They had a real bottle of champagne from Champagne France and we drank it on the tour in celebration of our new friendship. It was fantastic and I´ll have pictures for you after they e-mail them to me.
We had a very nice lunch at a small pizza joint full of locals (I had anchovies, of course) then went back to their hostel where they took a siesta and I FINALLY took a shower (going on 7 or 8 days at that point...heh...) and washed my underpants. Then I left them in order to go back to the train station and now I´m sitting in train station hell at ¨Café Café¨ (the place we made fun of from a distance). All the food is twice the normal price, there are no open stores in the surrounding neighborhoods, the restrooms are stinky and revoltingly disgusting, the people are all rude, and I couldn´t be more excited about taking my first ¨real¨ train ride in an hour and a half. I hope your flights went well.
Love, Holly
PS. Ana and Sara taught me a new phrase for a mullet that rivals ¨the Kentucky Waterfall¨: ¨Business in the Front, Party in the Back.¨
I thought I would give you an idea of how my day went as I have a fairly good idea of how your airplane hell was. I didn´t have too much trouble finding the train out of the airport (it was right where Ron said it would be). I almost missed a connection in the middle of butthole nowhere Barcelona outskirts but made it and arrived at the Barcelona-Sants train station. So, it turns out that when we were trying to find the airport bus THE VERY LARGE BUILDING we were walking all around the outside of was the very building that houses the airport train. We really can be dolts.
I was a bit confused about where to get off the train and saw two girls that I assumed to be either returning Barcelonians or French. I asked them in Spanish if we were at the Barc-Sants station and received two blank stares. I asked if they were English and they replied: ¨Michigan State¨. They had less of a clue than me. Between the three of us we figured out the right stop and I told them that I would spend the day with them and give them the quick and dirty tutorial of Barcelona without them having to suffer the pain the three of us went through. Of course, I instructed them to get a Barcelona card (turns out you can get one at the train station) and in return they gave me the T-10 they purchased at the airport.
Oh yeah, they´re sisters, their mom works for an airline, they get ridiculously discounted plane fares for themselves and friends, one is living in Paris over the summer, and the other in Finland this fall, they LOVE me, we had a great day, and they want me to visit them later this year. I told them about the tour boat and after we found them a ridiculously cheap hostel on the waterfront (and after I told them to refuse the first offer of a room on the noisy street and they got a cool quiet one on a back alley), we stashed and locked up our stuff in the hostel room, then went on a 1.5 hour cruise around the Barcelona seashore. They had a real bottle of champagne from Champagne France and we drank it on the tour in celebration of our new friendship. It was fantastic and I´ll have pictures for you after they e-mail them to me.
We had a very nice lunch at a small pizza joint full of locals (I had anchovies, of course) then went back to their hostel where they took a siesta and I FINALLY took a shower (going on 7 or 8 days at that point...heh...) and washed my underpants. Then I left them in order to go back to the train station and now I´m sitting in train station hell at ¨Café Café¨ (the place we made fun of from a distance). All the food is twice the normal price, there are no open stores in the surrounding neighborhoods, the restrooms are stinky and revoltingly disgusting, the people are all rude, and I couldn´t be more excited about taking my first ¨real¨ train ride in an hour and a half. I hope your flights went well.
Love, Holly
PS. Ana and Sara taught me a new phrase for a mullet that rivals ¨the Kentucky Waterfall¨: ¨Business in the Front, Party in the Back.¨
posted by Holly at 2:03 AM
3 Comments:
Lovely post Miss Holly! Anna and I miss you dearly, and await our reunion in anticipation! I'm hoping to grow my hair out by then, and who knows...after a stay in Finland I might return with my biznasss up front and the party in the back!
besos!
*Sara
holly, only YOU would end up in barcelona discussing mullets...
jenny
Personally I believe the best phrase when refering to a mullet in the South is the "Achey-Breakey Big-Mistakey" or the "Missouri Compromise." However, my childhood friends and I have had many conversations on the northern mullet since we saw them roaming the frozen tundra of Alaska. The consensus is that "neck blanket" or "hockey hairdo" are the appropriate terms when discussing northern mullets.
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