In Nairobi, Nairobi, Kenya.
I thought my skin was invincible. Turns out – it’s not. Lying in the sun for one single petite hour made me turn milk chocolate brown everywhere and my back turned red. Good thing a salesperson in the Maremagnum sold me two bars of soap just for burnt, dead and generally bad skin. Oh, I love the people of Barcelona.
Daily Archives: Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Back in Mallorca – the Good, the Bad & the Ugly
In Calvià, Balearic Islands, Spain.
I do. Not. Care. For this place. Magalluf, Mallorca is populated by fat people. Only fat, drunk people. I swear, I tried to find some decent food yesterday and the healthiest thing I could find was – get this – fried carrots.
Wassevah – no big deal. I live in the most gorgeous hotel room with the most gorgeous view and in the midst of all the drunk people – I might possibly be the most gorgeous person here.
The view is just killer goooood. And I can just stroll down the cliff and dive into the mediterranean. Awesome.
The bad thing is that - I miss Barcelona. I miss Barca so much my head hurts. We had something incredible. We were as connected as a person and a city can be. I long for my little apartment where I could watch BarcaTV. I want to sit by the benches of the Maremagnum, gaze at the freakin’ awesome view and read El Pais de Barcelona. I miss the smell of the exotic flowers I was given at La Rambla. I miss walking alongside Les Corts and see that everyone is wearing Barcashirts.
Love in Spanish
In Barcelona, Cataluña, Spain.
I love the love in Barcelona. I like how the newspaper always calls me “mi amor” and I like that the ladies at the croissanteria comforted me when I started crying randomly yesterday. I like that the florists in La Rambla give me flowers. I like that there are young couples dancing on the pier like they just don’t care. I like the old couples who stroll in the park, holding each others hands and gazing into each others eyes as if they were lovedrunk teenagers.. ”Män som hatar kvinnor” is a Swedish book that has been translated into the English language as “The girl with the dragon tattoo”. The original title means “Men who hate women”. But in Spain - it has been translated into ”Los hombres que no amaban a las mujeres” The men who don’t love women. As if you can’t hate in Spain. Just – not love.
Mess in Camp Nou
In Barcelona, Cataluña, Spain.
I like how forced-perspective makes Messis head ginormous in this picture.
Bought ”El País de Barcelona” and a hot chocolate with chili and whipped cream. Sitting at the Maremagnum once again. Headline of the day is “Empacho en el Camp Nou” = Freakin’ mess in Camp Nou
The article goes along the lines of: ”What the **** is happening? Who’s to blame? Even if Barca has improved their game since winning the world cup, they’ve worsened their results. The World Cup win has given the team a strong dose of narcissism and perfectionism that they can’t afford in La liga”
Why is it dark in the middle of the day?
In Barcelona, Cataluña, Spain.
Because it wasn’t the middle of the day. I messed up the alarm somehow and woke up at 4:30 instead of 11:30.
But the sunrise at the pier of the Maremagnum makes it almost worth it. Gorgeous.
Wonderfully fabulous view. Makes my heart sing.
”FCBarcelona doesn’t do chips…”
In Barcelona, Cataluña, Spain.
FCB – mes que un club. Yes, FCB is more than a football club. There is Barca everything her. Coke, clothing, peanuts, footballs, vuvuzelas, posters, shavers, candy and there was even a… vibrator for the hardcore fans.
Every single person was dressed in Barcashirts last night. One poor fellow was walking around in his Mallorca shirt and everyone backed away from him. FCB – or die.
BTW, FCB does make chips…
Probably the best chips in the world.