Starting back in February, I didn't worry much about school or money. Big mistake. When Ben, Susie, and Gwen came, I must've spent mad money. This was all the end of February too. But, earlier February was even worse, les amis at the moose didn't like, or know me well enough to give me free drinks, and the one man who gave me free drinks left. Therefore, spendage. From $2600 in February, I am down to $700 of which I can only spend $200 more. I'm considering the lottery, although I do have the worst luck in the world. Why I say this is, because also, in February, my wallet was stolen with my driver's license, credits cards, insurance cards, apartment keys, my actual home in the states keys, copy of my passport, etc. all in this little wallet. Some asshole stole it from me causing me to panic. Of course right? Normale. But even then, I had to pay 250 Euros for a lock replacement and 100 euros on the phone bill to make calls to all places in the states to cancel my credit cards and order new ones. Fuck my life. Probably one of the worse nights here.
However, the good times did indeed, roll. I got close with this girl from California, I would like to call her my best friend of the moment, and we chilled Tuesday through Friday. Nonstop. I had so much fun, the schoolwork was nonexistent, I mean Paris. Why not? So we had fun, spent money, and went on Spring break! Barcelona to Paris to the Canary Islands.
Barcelona was beautiful.
We arrived at night and had falafel. First thing. Mind you, this girl is a vegetarian so this trip was kind of difficult for me, eating fried chickpeas and fries everyday. Well not everyday, but you get what I mean. Too much of something I don't eat too often isn't cool. But we were sick the first two days so things were slow. We slept in and stayed in a lot. And then I had some bad seafood paella. Blegh. Never again. So two days of nothing, then the third day, things started to look up. I met up with my group partners in Plaza de la Catalunya so we could go make our documentary video for our Ethnography class. Of course, they were late, but we made it to the restaurant. Got our interviews, ate some tapas. It was good. Then we took a metro to some stop then walked past the Gaudi-designed house. Pretty baller. 
Headed back to my hostel/their apartment and planned a small walk. I went back to drop off my film equipment to find my friend still dying in bed. I left her so she could continue to rest and headed to Las Ramblas. Got some gelato and headed toward the beach. It was around the time for Carnaval, so there were lotsss of people dressed up like crazies. It was cool. I dug it. =) So we walked to the pier but couldn't find the beach so we just walked around the pier, saw a mall, took come pictures of the water and headed back to the hostel. When I got back, I found my friend better and nourished. [She snuck out for Falafel...again.] So we got ready and headed out. We went to Silvie and friend's apartment. Started drinking there, played some new random games. [Pterodactyl and some weird version of Big Booty and Jigglypuff.] Who knows. Anyhow, headed out for even MORE falafel, then headed to the travel bar. My friend and I ditched everyone else because well, they ditched us. So we drank at the Travel Bar, got in a fight with some old Irish men trying to bag on the states and how we had a huge role in the economic recession. I wanted to kill him so I just ignored at the end. So time for the girl's name, I can't type 'my friend' anymore. I guess she'll never see this. Bree courted a man whilst I argued. The bartender who was 17. Wow. No judgment. But he was in love with her, it was interesting, and we headed to the following bar next door, Cheers. We had some fun times there. Met a group of men there for a bachelor's party. They bought us drinks. All good. We headed on home and the end. Next day we just explored the Boqueria market [my favorite part of Barcelona, I went everyday] bought fruit and food and walked to the beach. Actually found it this time, after getting in a fight over taking some weird bicycle cab, had some bad chinese food and went to the travel bar again. This night was infinitely better although travel bar seems to be a place for argument. I got in a fight with a Spaniard about frankly, I don't even know. People like to yell at me. Fuck. So, Bree talked to el bartender again then headed next door. We met these 3 boys, one of which was gay, and hung out with them. We were going to go to their bar in their hostel, but it was closed, so we ended up going to a, get this, Spanish speakeasy. What the fuck?! It was ill. We went up, played never have I ever, got offered to have sex in the bathroom, and made new friends. Crazy night. I regret not exploring outside of the Las Ramblas area. But overall good visit.
Back to Paris. Susie Q, Ben, and Gwen stayed with me. Brought them to Mix. Payed mad money. Got kissed by some drunk bastard, got grabbed, the usual. Fuck. So, we did some touristy things during the day but nothing exciting. I brought them to the moose, naturally, and introduced them to my friends. My friend [gaymanwhoididn'tknowwasgayatfirst] was getting hit on by a friend of ours, although we think he's asexual, and I started looking at another bartender. alsdkfa;owena. Gah. Always bartenders. What am I doing with my life. So Paris was short, 3 days and then off to Madrid for a layover to Canary Islands. In the morning we found Sofia and Julia at the airport, tired and Sofia, hungover. Got some expensive airport nourishment then boarded our plane, and last minute, was joined by Tamer and his boy Yann. I find Yann interesting. Very mature, but keeps his humour intact. I'm a fan. Couldn't sleep on the plane, but only a few hours later we landed.
EXCITED! We ran to the hostel, after taking a few buses, and straight to the beach. Although, we got there late, we still got some sun. Then had some Chinese, amazing how large the portions were then headed back to the hostel. We went out that night. Pretty amazing how no one was out and the owners opened a bar for us. It was cool.The next day was hectic. Everyone else joined us in the late afternoon at the new hostel. It was called a 'hotel' our room was nice, but smelled septic. Ugh. But better than the last, no complaints. Tried to get some sun in but it was dark so we wandered. Julia and I walked around to find a small park with provinces and countries.
I was a fan. Still a fan. Then walked back home. We stayed in most of the nights because we were all exhausted or planning for the next day. One day we headed to the south of Gran Canaria, Maspalomas. We rode camels and got prime tanning time. It was baller.
We went on a path that jutted out from the lighthouse and, I can't even describe it. I don't even have a picture because I forgot my camera. Gorgeous. The water and the rocks and sun. Just breathtaking. So we left to go home and rest. We ate at this restaurant we frequented right next to the hostel. Had some honey rum shots and decided to go home to get drunk to find that liquor wasn't allowed to be sold past 10pm. Fuck. So we again, just chilled, had a great time. The following day was the second to last day so we decided to once again go to the beach to find it was a rainy and cloudy day. Boo. So we walked around and decided what to do for the night. That night was ridiculous. We went to find Pacha, a club, after pregaming at home, to find ourselves lost. We got stopped by some man who led us to a bar to bring us to an owner of another club, the Moma. Apparently, as my friends said, he took a liking to me, he wouldn't leave me alone and gave us all open bar all night. He even brought us to Pacha to make sure we wouldn't get lost. He again, got us in for free, and to my amazement, open bar at Pacha too. What the fuck. I got scared, tried to break free and joined my friends. I think he eventually left, because I didn't see him again. I don't even know his name. Awkward. So we just danced, but an hour or so later, we were asked to leave for dancing "too sexually." Whatever the fuck that means. There were strippers dancing on tables. We're too sexual? Fuck it. So we left. We stumbled home, don't even know how we got home, and passed out. The next day we were supposed to leave and the girls were going back down to Maspalomas. Thing is, none of us woke up before noon sans hangover. So we stayed in drinking water and talking until 3pm, when we got lunch, got some more water, and left for the airport. The worst hangover of my life. But a great time.We ended up flying on time to Madrid then Paris. The End of vacation.
