Mazie

This was a blog post I was going to publish a little over 24 hours ago before things got crazy. Like… really really crazy. This is the first time since then that I’ve had five seconds to just publish anything. So yeah I was going to write about the events of Saturday (Natalie and I embraced our inner tourists and visited some iconic Barcelona sights as well as witnessed a castell (human towers) and correfolk (fire dancing? playing?) festival, but then Saturday night happened and what I had thought had been an eventful day paled in comparison.

It’s funny because when I think back on this weekend, so many things happened, but I never remember feeling like that much was happening in the moment. Interesting how that works; maybe I’m just getting used to these plump three day weekends. I’ll give a quick overview: Friday the program took us on a day trip to Codorníu and Sitges to experience Spanish cavas (basically a sparkling champagne, but never tell a Spainard that because apparently they invented cavas before the French invented champagne) and a really adorbale beach town! At the winery, we got to ride a train (which actually felt like an amusement park ride) around the underground caves inhabited by thousands of wine bottles and taste two variations of cavas (I didn’t like either one). In Sitges we walked around, had lunch, left drawings in the sand on the beach, and got gelato (I went with a fire strawberry mango combination).

Natalie and I’s tourist Saturday began a little after noon because we went out on Friday night. We visited the Mercat de Encants first, which was a gigantic market housed in what I think was a bus station. There were multiple levels and so, so many vendors and people walking around. The most common items for sale were: watches, cameras, random vintage objects, fabric, so much fabric, clothes, jewelry, and rugs. Natalie bought an amazing gold heart watch that she adores and we both got matching flower necklaces! We shopped our way over to Mont Juic and the Museu d’Art d’Catalunya, which has free admission after 3:00 on Saturdays! We walked around the Gothic/Medieval art sections and then, desperately in need of rejuvenation, got a coffee/croissant at the museum cafe. We didn’t have time to see much before the museum closed after that, so we headed out to the Gracia neighborhood for the castell/correfolk festival! This is worth a blog post of its own, which it shall get later, but what I’ll note here is that this felt like one of the most authentic things I’ve done so far and I kept thinking to myself: I am witnessing culture! We stayed for an hour and a half and were late for dinner, but the party was still going strong when we left!

And then Saturday night… just a crazy night at the club. It was my first time (and Natalie’s too) going to one of the beach clubs. The beach clubs have a reputation for being the nastiest and the most dangerous of them all, so I haven’t been super keen on experiencing them. However, Natalie’s friend had free tickets and a free VIP table for us, so we decided it’d be worth it. We stood in the cold for an hour waiting to get in, but once we did we got to enjoy our own little area with a bottle of Vodka and a bunch of sparkling lemonade to mix it with. I drank a glass of sparkling lemonade with a quarter-sized amount of Vodka sadly mixed in, and I was sad I had any at all in there because the lemonade on its own was delicious. After we’d had our fill of the VIP life (really not that exciting), we transitioned to the dance floor and crazy stuff ensued. I guess they were right about the beach clubs after all!

Oh yeah, a few other things that have happened since my last blog post…

• I got my first experience of the world-class Spanish healthcare system with a visit to the hospital! Not for me- my roommate sprained her ankle by falling off a two-inch tall step on the sidewalk. She thought she was fine and we kept walking, and then it turns out she was very much not fine and walking turned to slower walking which turned to hopping on one foot which turned to sitting down and not moving. So I got to be the concerned parent who ordered us a taxi to the clinic and sat in the examination room while the doctor took her back for an x-ray. The whole thing was quite an adventure, and if you don’t count not being able to put any pressure on her foot, she’s totally fine! The doctor wrapped her foot up and gave her crutches which made 10 year old Mazie very jealous, and we’re just hoping she’s going to defeat the odds and come to a full recovery in four days before we leave for our Portugal trip!
• Noah Kahan released a new song- the first glimpse at his new album! Now begins three months of pure torture and anticipation and longing until the album is released. Listen to “The Great Divide” NOW! I urge you! Unless you want to miss out on the latest era of great music.

I’d love to keep writing but it’s past 2am and I have class at 9:15 that I still have to finish homework for, so I’m going to go do that! But to tie it all together, time really flies; its February 2nd now! Goodnight everyone and sending best wishes!

Tossa de Mar! Didn’t catch any pictures from the last three hours when we were stuck doing laps around a supermarket and waiting for the bus because it started pouring rain.

Oh yeah, also didn’t realize the snails I was holding for a solid 30 minutes were extremely poisonous 😬

Oh whoops, I totally didn’t realize micro.blog was going to format my post like that! It was supposed to be organized by line and not an assault on the eyes hahahaaaaa

• 8:10 - Alarm goes off
• 8:20 - Mazie gets out of bed
• 8:45 - Mazie manages to put her shoes on and leave the apartment
• 8:49 - Catch the L7 metro
• 9:00 - Mazie exits the metro station in Plaza Catalunya and starts speed walking to hopefully condense the 19 minute walk into a 13 minute one.
• 9:17 - Mazie gets to class two minutes late, but its fine because the professor is having technical issues which, as she is learning, happens nearly every day in this class.
• 9:17-11:00 - Class: Comida y Cultura en el Mediterráneo
• 11:00 -11:15 - Mazie walks up 7 flights of stairs twice because she is very cold and her next class is on the top floor
• 11:15 - 1:00 - Class: Cross-Cultural Psychology. Mazie engages in deep analytic thinking.
• 1:00: Mazie leaves the SIS building to find lunch (she still hasn’t got into the routine of packing a lunch because the seven million bakeries across the city are too appealing)
• 1:30 - Mazie lands on a lunch spot: a French bakery near La Sagrada Familia. She orders half of a chicken curry sandwich which tastes as good as it looks.
• 1:45-3:30 - Mazie wanders around Barcelona. She finds some really cool looking historic buildings, a hospital that also happens to be in a cool historic building, and a beautiful modern park that is her favorite park she’s encountered so far.
• 3:30 - Class: Sustainable Development in Spain: Challenges and Pathways. We had our first field trip during class today, where we stopped into little (claustrophobic) hidden parks around the Eixample barrio and learned about how Barcelona was supposed to be one of the greenest cities in Europe and ended up being the least green. These teeny parks are the remnants of that ambition. I will say, my shoulders hurt so bad by the end. Even after making my backpack as light as it can be, five hours of carrying it around is still a lot.
• 5:15 - 5:30 - Mazie’s second speed walk of the day, back to the SIS building
• 5:30 - 7:30 - Class: Global Internship Seminar. This only happens every few weeks.
• 7:30 - 8:00 - Mazie and Natalie hop on board the L1 and then the L7 back to El Puxtet and Sant-Gervasi.
• 8:05 - Mazie and Natalie are 5 minutes late for dinner. Cristina has graciously prepared us salad, soup, bread, beans, and some sort of meat for dinner with fruit for dessert. Mazie slices and inspects her meat carefully.
• 9:00 - Everyone cleans up dinner. Cristina watches the finale of her reality TV game show!
• 9:30 - Mazie cleans up her room a bit and does some texting and phone maintenance.
• 10:20 - Mazie calls her tech support guy Jamie and they chat for longer than you would expect your typical provider-client small talk to go on for.
• 11:21 - Mazie posts this blog post :)

Hello again from Barcelona! Technically tomorrow morning will mark two weeks that I’ve been here. I’m amazed its been two weeks already but then I also feel like I’ve been here for forever; time is wacky. I was reading about the stages of adapting to a new culture for my Psychology class (totally should’ve majored in psych, its so interesting and I actually want to do the readings for this class compared to forcing myself to read the academic journals for my environmental studies class. I’m making a bold claim to say I would even read the readings, but we’re at the beginning of the semester and I have to reach for the stars), and it was talking about the honeymoon phase and then sinking into a deep depression and ultimately leveling out and finding satisfaction with your new situation. I’d heard about these stages many times before, but this particular article made the point that they have very little scientific backing. If I were to go along with it just for fun, I feel like I maybe experienced a small watered-down dose of each stage during my first weeks here. If we can think of my time in Barcelona as a cupcake: I was eating the same cake and frosting every day but the sprinkles would shift.

The first few days would’ve been my honeymoon, where just walking down the street got me excited (to be fair, walking down virtually any street anywhere in Europe would probably excite me because there’s just so much to see). I was so, so happy to have a cozy bedroom, clean bathroom, and a nice Host Mom who always welcomed me back home, and I was soaking up Catalan culture like a thirsty sponge (not true at all- I wanted to be, but I was battling my eyelids to stay awake so I could hear literally any of what we were being told during orientation). Anyways, it was new and novel and exciting and I felt like a real adult.

Then dawned the morning of the fourth day and… the storm clouds of an intense depression rolled in. I cried myself to sleep, I cried myself out of bed in the morning, and I used my own tears to brush my teeth (very salty)- what could be sadder than that? I hope you know I’m lying. In truth I don’t feel like I really ever got that sad about anything. I didn’t miss Talkis or my cat or the American version of McDonald’s like my friends did, and I didn’t find orientation insufferable like the Miami girls (just extremely sleep-provoking). Of course I missed my family (hi guys!!), but it honestly felt like it would feel at St. Olaf- somehow being 4,500 miles away is not hugely different from being 45 minutes away (I know others feel differently). This probably means I miss them more than most other college students, because there are times throughout the day where I really wish I could hug them even for just a second, but then again the same thing happens at St. Olaf. And as for my friends, 90% of them are off on their own adventures and are also halfway across the world!

The main cause of my dark and stormy depression stage and fitful nights tossing and turning and not being able to sleep (joking again) was being worried about making friends on the program. Actually, compared to how it could’ve gone, making friends was a seamless process and was not even that stressful at all. I was never left without a group, and I love most everyone I’ve met (which I guess makes sense because many of them are from St. Olaf. I self-selected the right school I guess). That being said, I will always find a way to worry, and I stressed myself out about the potential of our friend group dissolving and never seeing each other again after orientation ended. Very much first-week-of-freshman-year thoughts and concerns. What I didn’t realize is that we all genuinely like each other and want to hang out, and if we want to hang out we’ll find ways to hang out even if we don’t see each other every single day. The best part is I will see one of them every single day because we live together! Natalie and I (and Gracie) already have one weekend trip to Switzerland booked and have plans for Portugal and Andorra in the mix. I go back and forth between feeling super connected to all the new people I’ve met here and like a powerhouse of relationship building and, five minutes later, brainstorming ways I could survive as a hobbit in a remote forest where I would never have to talk to anyone again because I feel like I don’t really know anyone and how could I possibly be friends with people who have like 3,000 followers on Instagram. But I’m guessing someone with very sage wisdom would tell me that none of that is uncommon.

And onto the third stage where I can comfortably position myself now: the leveling out and finding satisfaction. I’ve (mainly) stopped gawking over my new friends and searching for their approval and started joking around, being myself, and having fun. Mainly. I’ve become accustomed to eating whatever I find on the dinner table, even if said thing is “cheese” but looks like whale blubber, or is a slice of ham that appears to have an equal ratio of fat to meat. I’ve stopped scanning the sidewalk for dog poop anytime I walk anywhere and checking the bottom of my shoes when I get back to the apartment. Okay, that’s a little bit of a lie- I definitely still do that. What I’m getting at is that now life in Barcelona feels like exactly that: Life, and not a trip. I’m not going to say I’m practically a local, but I’m developing routines and picking up on behaviors that initially confused me. I’ve developed a balanced work vs. play mindset where I’m still in discovery and awe mode but homework and sleep are catching more and more ground.

Well that whole thing was supposed to be like three sentences and then I was going to write about what I did this weekend, but alas… here we are. I’ll give a really quick tiny summary of the weekend events and maybe write more later!

Thursday:

• Day 2 of internship. It was the final day of intensives for the kids at Learnlife, so I got to admire amazing art pieces, help them set up their restaurants, and listen to a bunch of basically professionally recorded songs!
• Went out to Brunch and Cake with my fellow interns for lunch and got a basque cheesecake!
• Booked flights and hostels for our Switzerland trip
• Dinner, made possible by Cristina
• Went out- the college student meaning- with friends to the Sutton club, which was the most fun club I’ve been to yet. We stayed and danced until 3am.

Friday:

• 1st 3 day weekend! It felt like infinity!
• Slept until 1pm (cry) (cry) (cry)
• Went shopping with Natalie and Gracie. Stores visited: Bershka, Pull & Bear, McDonalds (referenced in my “Post About Nothing”). I bought a really short pink skirt and a gray sweater for just $25.00!
• Dinner, again made possible by Cristina
• Debated doing something but decided not to because we had to wake up early the next day to catch the bus

Saturday:

• 1.5 hour bus ride to Tossa de Mar
• We had from 10:00am-7:00pm to explore the town. However, it was mainly abandoned and empty for the winter (its more of a summery beach town) and it was torrential down pouring for the majority of the afternoon sooo we spent the last 2 hours huddled inside a supermarket counting down the minutes until we could get back on the bus :) The morning was fun though! We hiked up this hill to a castle and soaked in the most gorgeous views- I’ll post photos! And we had a good lunch at a piza place.
• Went out that night to George Payne (George Payless haha inside joke) Irish Bar. It was extremely hot, loud, and smokey and not the most enjoyable place to be. Gracie, Natalie, and I played cards: a few rounds of B.S. and a few rounds of Garbage, then headed back around 1:30am.

Sunday:

• Woke up and finished reading Hudson Bay Bound, finally!!
• Went on my first true run since I’ve been here! Explored 5 miles around Sarría Sant-Gervasi and it was sunny and not raining for the first time in forever. I saw a few markets, churches, and green rolling hills in the background.
• Natalie and I took the metro into central Barcelona and found an adorable coffee shop where we sat for 5 hours and did homework. I ordered a pistachio croissant and ended up getting banana bread instead because the lady accidentally sold my croissant to someone else (after I’d ordered and payed for it). The banana bread actually ended up being really good.
• Dinner made possible by… Cristina! We had canelons, which are like a Catalan lasagna/enchilada.
• Purchased flights to Portugal! Got scammed again and the flights ended up being $15 more than I thought
• Blogged and pretended to do homework

Now I really have to go to bed! Goodnight, good afternoon, good morning wherever you are on the planet!

The last few days in Barcelona!

Back from dinner and now procrastinating doing homework. It’s funky because I swear I want to do my homework- it sounds fun and I want to learn about the stuff we’re learning about in my classes- but the very notion that I would be “doing homework” is what spoils the idea. Maybe I’ll post some photos on here and then start my readings :)

The thing when you go out clubbing until 4am is that the possibilities for the next day become greatly limited if you want to get any sleep at all. Naturally, I missed the first sunny Barcelona morning in literally a week and woke up at 1pm. After breakfast (if you can even call it that), Natalie, Gracie, and I met at la Plaza Catalunya for some shopping time. Twas very fun, but I couldn’t help feeling a bit sad that we were spending the first sunny day indoors. We visited Bershka, Pull and Bear, and one big box store and the prices at every place were amazing. To add on, skirts, shirts and pants that already were only $20 or $30 often were on sale for 40, 50, 60, or 70 percent. I bought one sequin-ey skirt that I can wear clubbing (when its a lot warmer), but I absolutely hated all the clubbing-quality tops I tried on. Yuck.

Oh yeah, and then I had my first real experience in a McDonald’s. I didn’t eat anything, dare you assume, but I sat perched on the edge of my chair and watched Gracie and Natalie eat cheeseburgers, french fries, and ice cream.

More on the newfangled sunniness here: My host mom told us that unideal weather does not show up very frequently in Barcelona and one day later it started raining and didn’t stop until today. The first day was foreboding clouds warning what was to come, the second and third days were torrential downpours during which I got my new leather jacket very wet (whoops), and the fourth, fifth, and sixth days were general dreariness and cloudiness with some rain sprinkled in (sprinkled- thats a pun). I didn’t realize how much I was craving sun until I stepped outside today and instantly smiled. :)

Gotta go eat dinner- I’m late!

Living in a homestay was a great choice. Just finished a delightful homemade dinner of salad, lentil soup, spring rolls and these fried ham and cheese things with some vanilla pudding afterwords (a Catalan specialty that tastes exactly like the inside of creme brûlée). Great conversation with my host mom Cristina and dear friend and roommate-except-we-don’t-share-rooms Natalie. We talked about everything from recent rail accidents (yikes) to rainfall patterns in Spain to the proportion of cheese in different types of cheesecakes, and now Natalie and I are on a call planning a trip to Switzerland with Gracie and Mya!

1. Everyone has a purse. I have a hiking backpack. Everyone’s purses are black, brown, or maybe maroon. My backpack is blue, green, red, orange, purple, yellow… I do in fact like my backpack better than a purse but it is quite heavy and annoying to carry around all day. Then again, a purse probably would be too.
2. I struck gold today with the Spanish version of Crisp and Green: Honest Greens. The Spicy Feta bowl was really good and there are at least 10 more bowls/dishes I must try. It’s avocado everything here! This place might even be going beyond the fit bit moms and instagram walls so beloved to Crisp and Green- they offer like five different types of water (I went with still room temperature splashed with a bit of the still cold and it didn’t disappoint). The question- and the answer is no- is if this posh salad lunch is worth $60-70 a week.
3. The U Miami kids can be difficult… very difficult… sigh. And they’re practically 2/3 of the students here so I find myself highly disappointed with the chance to meet new people.
4. Never have I ever put so much thought into cellular data, data roaming, and WiFi. The existence of WiFi is becoming a pretty salient reason for going somewhere.
5. I was 1 minute late to my first “Sustainable Development in the Mediterranean” class because I got lost. When you were just rushing to buy shampoo and conditioner in this very odd-smelling corner store and trying to decide if you wanted the “Multi-vitamin” or “Volume” kind and then realize you have exactly 10 minutes until class starts and you’re not sure where you are and your phone doesn’t work cuz now the only place it works is at Cristina’s house, the buildings all start to look the same. But I used my invincible powers of memory, logical deduction (kinda), and quick steps to make it there almost on time.
6. Then I proceeded to flight off sleep for the entire hour and 45 minutes of class. And by fight off sleep, I really mean fight. I physically couldn’t get my eyes to open all the way and about every 4 seconds my body would automatically shut down and I’d start falling to my left side until the shock would wake me up and I’d snap back into position. It was a trying time, and of course now I feel wide awake.
7. I keep wondering if Seville might’ve been a better place to go. Maybe people there would be slightly less obsessed with partying until 5am and getting drunk every night and slightly more nice. I really can’t decide if I want to rebel against the system and go off and have adventures on my own or prioritize actually having friends and succumb myself to four months of dreading the weekends and a wacky messed up sleep schedule, aka no sleep.
8. That was a sad one to end on so I added one more!