Pasta, is a really easy thing to forget to chew. Or, perhaps not even “forget to chew” but just not chew sufficiently. And then, as you are about to take another bite of course, you get that crazy feeling of your last bite slowly sliding down, through your body and you wonder for a second whether or not you are choking.
This story came from the fact that I love eating completely alone every once in a while. The psuedo ‘rents went out to eat tonight which means Iate pasta blissfully alone. Since, when in Barcelona, I have basically never ate alone – whether at supper with the homestay fam, out in a restaurant (with or without friends) I have to be at least slightly mindful of my manners. But here and now? Heck no. I dont cut anything, I just rip and tear and, apparently, I don’t even really chew.
That aside, today was much more successful than I initally thought it would be, which is great. Being without a phone makes things just… a lot harder. For example, last night I was supposed to meet some friends at Ovella Negra but I got there about a half hour later than I said I would and they were not there. Obviously, no one was able to call me, and I figured that the bar was too full. Though I talked to Laura briefly today and she seemed to indicate that they were there after all so maybe I just missed them? Unlikely, but possible.
But so, I wasn’t holding out a lot of hopes after last night, so when Justin asked if I wanted to go to a bagel shop I said fo sho. I then promptly followed him around for the rest of the day, though I don’t *think* he was really trying to shake me. The weather, unfortunately, wasn’t that great, so our normal idea of just going to the beach was out of the question. So we passed the time by picking up a few travel books, stopping by TravelBar for a bit, and then we went to the “best place to get horchata” which is a traditional Spanish drink made from tigernuts that I had never had. It’s actually kind of odd, which is awesome because we bought 1.5 liters of it. Hahaha. From there we kind of hit a wall, until it was decided that we wanted to see a movie. After getting rejected twice, we finally found people (Maxwell and Lauren) who wanted to see a movie with us, but that meant we had to track down a movie theatre that just had Spanish subtitles and wasn’t dubbed since Lauren doesn’t know Spanish. I am actually really glad we did that though because we went and saw “State of Play” with Russell Crowe and Ben Affleck and it was quite good.
We can definitely say it was a cultural thing too because there are two noticeable differences about Spanish theatres and US theatres
1) Assigned seats. Haha, no joke
2) No one talks – we were definitely the only ones who ever talked, or laughed, or gasped, or anything. But we didn’t get shushed or anything so it was okay.
From there we did our normal TB hang out and then we discovered that Lauren was trying to track down a copy of 1984, which, of the 5 English books that I own, that is one of them. So she and Maxwell followed me home, where I gave her my book, and then she and he rode off into the night on a pair of stolen Bicings.
Ahhh, good stuff 
So, the last piece of news that I have is that yesterday was Eric and mine’s 5 year anniversary! It was very weird not being with him.. but we talked as usual and I will be seeing him very soon.
I have an absurdly bad headache. I think it might be from the movie? Hmmm
I realize now that this would have made for a great vlog. Oh wells!
