i am the most stereotypical college study abroad student ever: "oh hey guys! you know, just jetted in from paris this morning, headed to lisbon on friday, then it's to andalucia a week from then." whatever, i'll never be able to do this again in my life.
last week, my parents continued their stay on the iberian peninsula. having visitors is great because it gives one an excuse (and the ability) to do all the touristy things that one would never usually do in daily life. thus, i am about done with barcelona art, history, and culture. this is good because i am not here for much longer, not even factoring in two more weekend trips.
on thursday night my parents and i left for paris. the three following days were a whirlwind; three days is NOT a lot to do everything in paris, which is exactly what we did. the art museum trifecta (louvre/musee d'orsay/pompidou), eiffel tower, cruising the seine, pantheon, notre dame, sacre coeur, and some neighborhood perusing- featuring montmartre, the marais, and others. oh, we also managed to eat excellently. and i thought bread in barcelona was good. the crepes are also ridiculous (sorry, reading terminal market, i still love you). i won't even really describe everything we did/saw/ate, because it was all so great. i even spoke a few words of french, probably the ten or so words i know. paris might be my favorite city that i have visited so far, besides barcelona, of course.
i knew i was back in barcelona this morning when i saw/experienced: signs in catalan and a catalonian flag draped over an apartment on my way to school, sun and ridiculously unseasonably warm weather, people that pushed and shoved in the crowded metro without saying "perdon."
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