So, I got back from Europe, uhm, a very long time ago. I’d told myself that I would record every moment in excruciating detail so as to remember it forever and that I wouldn’t post anything else in my lj until I did. That ended in not posting in lj. I have now finally sorted and uploaded photos to picasa, though. If you want a link to the album and have not gotten it, let me know. If I’ve ever told you Don’s real first name, or you’ve met him then I’ll give you the link. (Don’s face appears with real name attached to it, thus that particular selection criteria). That said, here are the major highlights of events for use in remembering the anecdotes I will be telling endlessly for years to come. Questions about particular incidents will be answered with the story in the comments.
– Customs
– Tram fail
– Amsterdam canal tour
– Windmill brewery
– Redlight district, things the Dutch find surprising about Americans
– British tourists
– Free hotels at airports and conflicted feelings thereon
– Street performers in Barcelona
– The cathedral that stalks
– The Erotica museum
– Tapas fail. Tapas win.
– David, the Mexican grad student. Aka Anaea gets hit in the head by a drumstick.
– Getting home on the night bus, aka Donde esta el calle once de Septiembre?
– Chiputo de seco
– Glowy helicopter thingies
– Gaudi. Zomg, Gaudi.
– The good art museum
– The contemporary art museum
– The chocolate museum
– Barcelona card? What Barcelona card?
– The beach. The Mediterranean. The waterspout.
– The weather.
– IMAX 3D en espanol
– The chocolate museum
– The castle
– Dutch bikes
– Why I would be totally okay with living in Barcelona
– Why I wouldn’t be as okay with living in Amsterdam
– Food
I reserve the right to add to that list when I remember something huge.
Also, winning quote from the trip:
“We heard that if we go to Las Ramblas we will be robbed and almost fucked.”
Anaea Lay 