This post is dedicated to things I keep meaning to write about but forgetting;

Every day either two or four times a day I pass through the metro station "Verdaguer" its a connecting line.  There is a long hallway to get from one track to the other, and every day there is a musician planning some type of music.  I have been through this station probably about 30-40 times, and I'm pretty sure I have only seen the same musicians two or three times.  There are people playing guitar, accordion, saxophone, drums, and a bunch of instruments I don't even know the title of. This is my favorite part of my commute, sometimes I want to stop but I never do (because no one else every does!) So I slow down so I can listen longer. 

I thought that my art class would help me learn to appreciate art more.  But really I just find a lot of things super bizarre.  We were learning about performance art, which is when an artist does some kind of exhibit in front of you, a lot of times they do risky things to "test their limits".  One Artist Gina Pane, but thorns in her arm until she bled.  She then took a razor and cut her palm in the shape of a rose.  I know a lot of people see this as art (as my teacher does, and even kids in my class).  I don't get it you can explain to me all the symbolize in the world and I still think its ridiculous.  Another artist laid on a table for a long period of time (several hours or so).  She laid on the table with a skeleton laying on top of her, and breathed loudly.  The skeleton would move when her chest moved because she was breathing.  How is this art? If i lay on a table and put a skeleton on myself no one will call it art they will just think I'm weird.

I forgot to write about this a week or two ago was my first time in Placa Catalunya, which is where all the pigeons are that I talked about a while back.  Anyway this was my first culture shock freak out.  I was heading to class.  I was heading into the metro and put my card in the little slot, so I could get in.  I thought I was on the green line, so I went down stairs, but realized that I was actually in the area for trains, not the metro.  Thats fine, I went back upstairs and tried to exit.  In Barcelona (unlike DC), you don't need to use your card to exit the metro, only to enter.  I tried to exit through the electric doors, but it wouldn't let me out.  I saw someone use their card, so I tried that and it didn't work.  So I tried my card like seven more times and it didn't work.  I started to freak out and thought I was stuck.  I saw a police officer so I went over and asked him "Donde esta la linea cinco?"  And he pointed which way to exit but didn't say anything else.  So I went back over, and my card still didn't work (obviously).  I felt like such an idiot... but I finally I went back to the police officer and attempted to tell him my card didn't work with the great spanish taht I have.  He directed me to the booth were some guy was working.  The guy gave me a new card that literally said "sortida" which means exit.  The location I was in was for a train so there are different cards you ahve to buy.  Apparently I'm not the only one who makes this mistake if they have sortida cards lying around!!

Thursday night was the first night it rained and we ventured out into the city anyway.  It was wet, and cold but fun.  We went to Gracia which is a certain neighborhood in the city, and we went to a Bohemian bar called Sham's Lounge.  They have couches, and canopies you can sit in with a huge menu of delicious drinks!

Friday we went into the city to do some shopping.  The only thing I bought was purple nail polish (obviously) and peanut butter!!!! I finally found some!  We were looking for a thrift store but we never actually ended up finding it so we went home almost empty handed. 

We woke up super early on saturday morning to beat the crowds at Sagrada Familia.  Today was the last day that we could go for free.  Sagrada Familia is the most famous structure in Barcelona.  It was built by Guadi, started in 1882.  It is still not finished!  They plan to finish it in 2025.  So anyway my friends decided to wake up at 830 to go see, it and I almost decided to pass it up.  I'm glad I didn't though because it was beautiful inside.  Probably the prettiest church I have ever seen.

Later on today we decided to go to the Xocolata Musem!  A whole museum dedicated to Chocolate?!?!  It was two for the price of one so we figured why not.  We each paid 2 euros to get in.  And we were kind of happy it was only two Euros because it wasn't that special.  However, it did have really cool sculptures made out of chocolate.

Our entry tickets were chocolate bars!