Sunday, July 27, 2008
Publin
This will be a post strictly of quotes from last night, in the pub. Excuse the language, we were in Ireland....haha......:
Drunk guy at lunch: "American food is shit"
me: what kind of American food did you have that you didn't like?
him: your sodas are enormous and your KFC sucks.
me: What's your name?
fake patrick: what do you want it to be?
me: patrick.
fake patrick: that's what it is!!!!!
--- we're still not sure if he was telling the truth. He offered to show us ID if Courtney kissed him. haha.
fake patrick: "I have outside and inside feelings for you" (to Courtney)
fake patrick: "Let me give you some advice, from some one who has been with a LOT of women. If a boy ever says "I love you...but" tell 'im to fuck off!!"
Fake patrick: are you ladies single?
me: we are single tonight!!
court: (aside) Stephanie I'm always single!
me: SHUT UP it sounds better that way!!!
fake patrick: "What shall we do tonight....do you like helicopters?"
me: I've never been in one....
fake Patrick: YOU WOULD LOVE MY HELICOPTER
hahaha, all in jokes, of course
Fake patrick (he was our favorite): "You see that guy over there? Last time I saw him I crashed 'is barge! He said stay between the balls and I was like what balls!? But don't talk to him about that.....*turns around* ....HEY! do you remember when I crashed your barge!??! (guy comes over)
Guy proceeds to tell us that it wasn't a barge, it was a 12 man "gentleman's yacht" that was 90 summot years old. Which doesn't explain how Patrick killed its electric motor.....which is what he did, he didn't crash it. And apparently he tried to row it to shore............didn't work.
Then the guy told us about the last time they had been in a pub together. They told the owner that if they could have free drinks all day, they would play a gig that night. So they drank all day and were too drunk at the end to play, so they ran out the back door.
we meet fantastic people.
"I love courtney, she's so beautiful, on the inside and out. (aside to me) she's a dark horse......
and I'm a fuckin' cowboy." - Fake Patrick
Courtney bought a lighter that looks like a can of guinness, which is genius until Irish people ask you for a light....They thought that was QUITE hilarious.
me: we're going to the bathroom
fake patrick: WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?
me: we'll be back. Promise.
Fake patrick: Don't GOOO
me: I'll be back. Pinky swear. do you know what that is? It means if I lie to you you can cut off my pinky.
Fake patrick: *pulls his hand away* listen if I lie to you you're not touching my fuckin' pinky.....
We met a guy who worked at IBM, and had worked for Apple. I told him I was a communications major and he got all excited. He probably said "keep it simple" about 20 times in 5 minutes.
Fake Patrick: New York....what a fuckin shit 'ole. For a city that never sleeps there's nothing to fuckin' do!
Liam: (ever time Fake Patrick would come around...) aaaaaaapppy biiiiiiirrrrrtthhddaaaay tooooooo youuuuuu!!!! (using a different name for him every time, we think it was so Fake Patrick would get some random action....)
Liam aka Bob Dylan: Where are you from?
us: the states.
Liam: THANK YOU. Listen, I've been to America three times!
us: yeah? where?
Liam: Cuba, Chile, and Peru.
Old Guy (the captain of the gentleman's yacht): So do you guys know cows?
us: cows?
Guy: yeah, like do you have cows around where you live?
Court: yeah....
Guy: So I have a question for you. If you have a tree, in the middle of the field. *pause*
us: yeeeeaaah?
Guy: and you have a cow with a rope around it's neck, how much grass can it eat?
Me: What?
Guy: how much grass can a cow eat in one day?
Courtney: how long is the rope?
guy: doesn't matter.
Me: Cows have like 8 stomachs.
Guy: so?
Me: uuuuh.....100 yards.
Courtney: as long as the rope is!!
Guy: WRONG! it's not tied to the tree! *cracks up* tell that to your friends at home!!!!
Liam: You guys are lovely for American.
Court: really? you don't think we're stuck up?
Liam: Oh you're still stuck up!!!!! But you're lovely! Just lovely!!!
A random guy asked us for a light...
me: where are you from?
guy: The shittiest country in the world. guess.
me:.......uuuhhhmm....Russia?
guy: no.........Americans hate us.
me:.........uuuhhhhmm......Russia.
guy: This isn't the 60's!!!
me: mmm.....France!
guy: yeah.
Liam: I mean, you guys are, technically, the bastard children of England.....
Fake Patrick: "ere, have you got a pen? I'm going to give you my website"
me: I have an excellent memory, let's hear it
fake patrick: duble-ya duble-ya duble-ya duble-ya
friend of FP: That's 4 Duble-yas!! You haven't even gotten to the name yet and you're already fuckin' lying!!!
Fake Patrick: Well how many bloody double-yas would you like?!?!
me: usually 3.
Fake Patrick: LIKE... I was saying......duble-ya duble-ya duble-ya.......DOT.......a-r-t-u-r gutentag.
me: Arthur Gutentag?
Fake Patrick: without the H!! ARTUR!!
Me: Fake Patrick! Don't spill your beer!
Fake Patrick: Hey!! Listen to me! I don't spill a fuckin drop of beer.
Friend of FP: That's the first honest thing you've said all night!!!
At the end of the night....and it was true....
Friday, July 25, 2008
Free chupitos, eh?
aaaaanyway. We got there kind of early (around 930) and we were the only ones there, so we made friends with the Swedish bartenders Martin and Maria. They told us all about what it's like to live on minimum wage in Barcelona, moving from Sweden, and then they took turns chasing eachother around the bar and putting gel in each other's hair. It was hilarious watching this girl with a completely gel-covered head and a side pony tail sticking straight out the side of her head serving real customers drinks later on :). We got some free tequila (aaalways a plus) and hung out with a kid from Georgia who we had met earlier that week writing love letters for money on las Ramblas. I bought one, if you're lucky I'll let you read it. If you're really lucky, I'll translate.
I didn't end up getting home until about 230, (we had to leave to catch our plane at 5am...) and court made the wise decision to stay out all night. hehe. 5am rolls around and a very schnocked roomie stumbles into the room, throws some clothes in the bag, and yells "LET'S GO" haha. We went to catch the first train into town and got through the ticket gate right as the train was there, but then the door (like normal, wooden door, no card necessary) was locked and we couldn't get out to get in the train!! I ended up jumping through a window (suitcase and all) and yelling at a veeeeery confused courtney to do the same, and hurry the heck up because the train was going to leave. hahahaha probably going to be an awesome memory after I get enough sleep to think about it.
the rest of the plane/bus rides were fairly uneventful, touched down in Dublin at 10 something in the morning and found our hostel pretty easy. This cute guy on the bus (and when I say cute, I mean IRISH and cute....) told us that a pub that's right around the corner from our hostel is a really good "irish" experience and so we're planning on going there tonight.
Irish people are so bomb. They all want to talk to you, they're soooo nice, and I noticed when we got off the plane and were looking for our bus that the lady working actually asked if she could help us. That was the first time that has happened all summer. In Spain you have to flag someone down for like an hour before you can get some slow service.
All in all I think Dublin was an excellent choice for a visit. After paying the hostel bill, I am officially dipping into a bit of debt but I only have a week left so I think I'll be ok. PLUS
**news**
I called work and my boss gave me a raise while I was gone!! (I'd been 'working' for the company for a year) and she said she'd schedule an interview with me to become a shift manager. Exciting times. So yeah, I figure a couple hundred in the hole when I get home from europe isn't a big deal. Glad I'm not travelling for 4 more weeks and really screwing myself over.
Not all of you know, I actually fly out of Barcelona on the 2nd, and I'm spending a week in Wisconsin at our family house on Lake Geneva. I'm sooooooo excited! Court and I have a list several pages long of all the food we want to eat when we get home, and wisconsin corn and steak are DEFINITELY on there!!! Plus I need to actually get a tan before I get home haha!!
Lindsay and I went to Paris two weeks ago. I loved it, but I know I could never live in France. Just not my style. Plus have you HEARD how thick some of their ennunciation is?! I literally can't do it. I was sitting on the metro trying to copy them making a fool of myself and I just can't make the sound. Gives me some perspective on people who can't roll their 'r's :)
We went to the Louvre for free (people under 28 are free on Friday nights after 6, take a note!!), and walked around in the parks. Then we went and saw the eiffel tower light up at night and ate a late dinner at a cafe. I had a cheese salad and white wine, and she got escargot, which I tried a bite of. It wasn't bad, but I don't think I'd pay to eat it. (I've been saying that about alot of stuff lately, haha). Very similar to this trip, we had been travelling all night (I can show you the intinerary I wrote it, it's quite complex) and we were dead tired but it was still awesome.
The food was definitely one of the highlights- crepes, croissants, espresso, a really good panini...mmmm I spent way too much money.
We also went to the Musee d'Orsay which I actually liked better than the Louvre. They had more recognizable artists (Van Gogh, Degas, Monet, Manet, Rembrant...). Hmmmm what else did we do. Took a boat tour down the Seinne (or however you spell it) which was kind of stupid yet entertaining. We waited in line almost an hour to get on the boat, and the Spanish people standing in line behind us started yelling at the nordic people in line ahead of us about how they cut and "we" (he pointed to us) would like to have a word with them. Then we got on and there were these adorable little black twins with their hair in tiny little balls all over their head, it was soooooo cute. And our tour guide was HOTT. haha
We went to the Arc de Triompf, which was fun, but alot of stairs. Nothing compared to the stairs at the Eiffel Tower though. Those things.....I swear I thought I was going to die. It was fun through. Fun looking down and seeing all the people below, and there was alot going on because it was the day before Bastille. Then we waited on the lawn for the fireworks for Bastille day and this weird French guy came up to us and had horrible english but he kept saying "excuse me..." and then asking questions. And then he started being all french and telling us that he wanted to give us roses, and when he laughed he said "is not nice?!" and then he offered to buy us drinks (we declined, a bit skittish about letting a strange bring us an open bottle) and a mercedes. Every time we said no he's get real adament and say "IS NOT A PROBLEMS!!" haha. Weird french people. Anyway, there were no fireworks. Not sure why, they just announced at like 11 that there wouldn't be any that night. Awesome.
So then we went home and helped some chinese boys find our hostel and got harassed by french people on the walk back to the hostel, but it's all a part of the game, I guess.
I was talking with that dude last night about how incredibly strange it is to be a woman here. All of the things about safety you have to think about that never would have bothered you at home. All of the attention you get and have to deal with, just because you're blonde or american looking or you don't have a guy walking with you. Something I expected, but never at this level.
I'd say I've gotten more badass, but I've probably just gotten more frank. It's good in some ways, because I can fend for myself, but bad because I could end up being a bitch to someone who doesn't deserve it just because i'm used to telling people to back off.
anyway, random.
Suffice it to say that 3 hours of sleep is not enough. Our room will be ready soon *hopefully* so I'll bid you "adieu" and say I can't WAIT to see everyone when I get home. :)
- S
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
It's an american with a potato in his mouth
This guy calls and talked to the French girl who is learning Spanish, in English. So she passes it off to my boss ("es un Americana"), who speaks fairly decent English, and I hear him saying "I can not understand you, could you please speak more slowly?!" and once he finally gets it, he transfers him to the room he wants to talk to.
We watch from our 'office' and he walks by and laughs, saying "it's an American with a potato in his mouth!" in Spanish. I think this is hilarious.
Ten seconds later, the guy is transferred back to our desk, because the extension we transferred him to didn't pick up. The French girl: "Es la americana!" I get up and I'm like "jeez let me talk to him!!"
So I get on the phone "Hello"
A thick cockney accent comes over the line...."Oi! I want to talk to the tennis playa in room TWO-FIFTEEN. 'is name is so-and-so!"
blah blah blah...blah blah blah...
I hang up.
HE'S BRITISH!!!! NOT AN AMERICAN WITH A POTATO IN HIS MOUTH!
sheesh. And you wonder how Europeans get the wrong impression of us.
also....
We were having printer problems, and the event planner we are working with walked around the corner and goes "#(*)&%^" in spanish when she realized we had sent it to the wrong printer AGAIN. I knew it was a cuss word, but I wasn't sure which one, so I just giggled.
Then my boss walks around the corner and goes "That means FU%$"
I almost peed my pants laughing.
When else would your boss just say that to you? hahahahaha.
Thanks for the translating help Oscar. :)
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
every day is an opportunity
Enjoy - and remember, you are breathing new air every second. So enjoy it, and take advantage.
"Every day is an Opportunity"
CHEEZY, I know. But it's really been hitting home lately. I've been talking with a lot of people about the UoD company itself, and it's weird to me that there are people doing this in the states. It's just such a completely different experience. If I were to tell someone what I learned on my internship I couldn't start listing off different ways to format things, or presentations I completed, or databases I mastered, but I could tell you more about people now than I knew a month ago.
I could tell you I've MASTERED the art of picking up on when someone is saying something they think is funny - even if I have absolutely no idea what they just said. (Oh Catalan, how I one day hope to understand you.....)
I've learned when to ask a question, and when to use my intuition. There's a difference between being self-starting, and just pulling things out of your ass.
I wouldn't say I've learned, but it's been reiterated (so maybe this time I'll actually remember it) that the quality of a relationship is extremely important. Leave behind people who will be glad to see you've called, later on down the road. maybe I'm not great at finding a LOT of those yet, but I'm focusing on quality over quantity. Along with that goes sincerity. Realizing that all people are real people, and you can find the human inside of them if you stop long enough to look. It takes longer with some than others. Spaniards make it easy :)
I've truly realized that my dreams aren't going to accomplish themselves. Those things that you think about and say to yourself "GOD that would be so awesome"....they're reachable. I talked to a guy who ROWED for 4 months because he wanted to get across the atlantic on his own - ANYTHING, is reachable. You've got to sort out the difference between fantasies and true dreams, calculate the risks, and make it happen. My motto for the last few months has been "I have one life to live" - ps thanks mom for the inspiring card! :)
I've learned the importance of learning, and language, on interpersonal relationships. While I'm not championing the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis (look it uuuuuupp), I understand that the words you use, and the ease with which you use them can make or break a relationship. Sometimes relationships are formed because one person had the patience to struggle through with you. Others are broken because you weren't willing to try to struggle through your own language difficulties that day. If I could say one thing, it would be to always try. That's how you learn. With anything really. I'm not saying I do, in fact I'm quite lazy with my spanish....but if I were great at life, I would always try.
Lastly, I've realized what a force of nature curiosity is. How it needs to be fed in order to thrive, and how giving in to your curious side can produce great benefits and harsh consequences. Por ejemplo - I tend to ask some aaaawkward questions. That can be bad when trying to make friends :) BUT, being brave enough to ask the lady walking down the street where the metro stop is in Spanish, can produce a great result! :) Don't worry, some day I'll be brave enough for some deeper questions than that hahaha.
A bit more of what's up in spain....
Lately the people we work with have taken to teaching us a word, in Catalan, Castillian, and English. Usually they do it because they think I have no idea what's going on, but I let them, because it helps me to learn the subtle differences between Catalan and Castillian. The passion for language that the people here have is amazing. I wish we had that kind of intellectual environment in the states. Even the maids in the hotel will spend their entire lunch hour discussing the slight tonal differences in a specific catalan word between its castillian counterpart.
I've been translating menus alot lately, because I switched to event planning on monday. It's interesting to see the different kinds of dishes they serve. I learned about a cold kind of tomoato-ish soup they serve with oil and stale bread aka croutons (ps- these people are craaazy about oil and vinegar!! but you'd be hard pressed to find butter, or salad dressing). Then when I went in to eat lunch with the staff, they were serving it! haha, I thought that was hilarious.
We went out on the Ocean yesterday evening for a "sunset cruise". It was definately an awesome time - nice to get out there for awhile. I made a few comical observations - a girl was trying to take a picture, and one of the skippers got in her way. She said, quite loudly actually, that that &*^(% was in her way! We've gotten too comfortable thinking that people can't understand us- the skippers were australian....not Spanish.... we were also told that they'd never sold so much sangria in one trip before, and they sold out of the ten bottles of champagne they had on board within the first hour. It just made me think about priorities. I'm glad I'm not getting piss ass drunk every weekend. Though it's fun sometimes, I want to go home having gotten something else out of this place than "I can't beliiiiieve I did that i was so drunk!" Plus I'm turning 21 in November, there will be plenty of time for that in good ol' McMinnville :) hahaha.
Until next time, dear "dreamers" :)
S