mi barcelona

On Christmas morning, I woke up to fix breakfast, but then realised I didn't want to wash dishes, so I just had cereal and a café con leche. I caught Cercanías and arrived at Atocha in plenty of time to print out my ticket and try to inform myself on Puigcerdà. They had no idea. So at 12.30 I took the AVE, had a café con leche while watching Aragón whiz by me at 300 kilometres an hour. I understood the catalán on the announcements. The movie was "Noche en el museo 2" which they didn't bother to say in English when they did the announcement in English. The things I remember.

At 15.15 the train made its arrival in BCN. I informed myself best I could about Puigcerdà, then checked into my hostal and went for a looong walk along La Rambla, La Rambla del Mar, Maremagnum and to the beach. Yes, I was on the beach for Christmas. I walked back to the hostel, trying to lose myself, stopped for a gelatto and made plans to meet up with my friend Ashley. We ate at a tapas bar with free champagne and checked out a really hot boy there. Errrrr. We walked around and had some more alcohol, and I called my mom and some friends. The friends didn't answer the phone, so they missed out :p

Saturday, we went to Montserrat, a village in the mountains of Catalunya. It was beautiful. Unfortunately, it started raining so we had to go back to BCN and grab some good Chinese. I went back up to my favourite place in BCN to do some thinking, La rambla del mar...we had dinner but I was starting to feel a bit weird for some reason, worrying about money and stuff. We ended up going out to an awesome gay bar called "Bim Bam Bom" or something like that. My friend's vest was stolen, but the rest of the night was fun. I actually talked to an American, who was visiting BCN with his boyfriend. I got into DBoy, which is more or less a Catalan OHM with less shitty music. At one point, a random Catalan boy decided to introduce himself to me, "hola soy Julio" and instead of two kisses on each cheek, he elected to kiss me on the lips, then walk away. Later we talked a bit more, and he invited me to the other part of the disco...but I lost him in the crowd :( And then when I went home, they were giving out soft-core pornographic (you can't see the polla but...) calendars. Fabulous, right? I got back to the hostel about 6.30.

Sunday I slept late, got Starbucks and wandered around lost in the city for a while. I met up with my friend for lunch (yummy greasy Spanish food). Then wandered along the beach again for a while and did some thinking, which I'll write about in a sec. That night I had some yummy Basque tapas and admired an American Boy who I swear is gay. I still prefer my Spanish Boys.

Monday...Sagrada Familia. Parc Güell. Got lost in the city and went to Montjuiç. Went back to the beach. Did some thinking. Moving on from my current huge crush and realising that there are other tios out there, tios better suited for me.

After getting Subway, I caught the overnight bus back to Madrid. And here I am tired and a bit resfriado after a good weekend that gave me time for reflection.

I know what I want in life. I want a boyfriend, to fall in love and get married and have two golden retrievers. I want to stay in Spain...preferably ending up in Valencia. And I want to teach.

One day, I'm going to have an awesome boyfriend. And I know it's better to have my normal body and my great mind and personality than to have a "tabla de chocolate" and a shitty personality and no mind, ya know? But still, I yearn to be loved in the way I deserved to be loved. I just hope that my search will come to a close one day soon.