So mzI told you all about the Swedish holiday, Midsommar, and I am glad I missed it this year, and I am really glad they do not have snaps here in Spain.
We celibrated Midsommar at home, since I live with Swedish people only, it was a must. But we replaced the snaps with wine, and made swedish meatballs from scratch and other great food. I made the potatoe sallad!:) Since I´m really into potatoes I thought it only fair that I should be the one to make it, and it was oh so good!
My own recepie and I am not giving it away, no matter what!
So, Midsommar was Friday and the Spanish equivalent is San Juan (or rather the Barcelonian equivalent since they don't celebrate San Juan in the rest of Spain), which took place yesterday (Saturday June 23rd).
First off we had a barbeque on the roof of a building (think Sex and the City when Samantha threw a barbeque for the drag queens) and met some really great people. We ate a bit but drank more (funny how my spanish improved the more I drank).
The tradition here in Barcelona is that everyone goes down to the beach at around 12am, and I mean EVERYONE (give or take a few), to watch the fireworks but mostly just dance and drink some more:)
Some go swimming at night, I was too much of a coward to do that though, and just hang out and enjoy the night. The party ends at 6am when they ask everyone to leave the beach and make place for the cleaners.
It was a true experience, and what a great one.
I had the time of my life.
Can´t wait for you MzI to come here next year for San Juan (of course you have to come sooner than that) and see it with your own two eyes.
Can´t wait.
Top 3 things I love about Barcelona right now:
1. L´Ambrousco
2. The beach (San Juan)
3. The hospitality and mentality
MzS
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Migraine's Day
Every year on June 22th people in Sweden celebrate summer in a festivity called Midsummer's Eve. This tradition features everything from herring and fresh potatoes, to flower chaplet in your hair and childish games as "the jumping frog" etc... And the one thing all folks have in common is the annual "snaps", also known as the Swedish shot... Drink til' u puke and lose sanity...
Well, I HATE this day.. and this year I'm being dragged downcoast to a friend's summerplace where games, herring and shots are all included. Oh, did I mention the jingles we have to sing everytime we have a snaps???? I HATE it. And the day after, oh my... hangover, barf-feeling all day and the worst headache ever.. Where's the fun in that? Cause you see, you HAVe to drink every time.. The Swedish mentality.. trying to make up for the dull and wan appearance they normally represent. Everyone is gay on Midsummer's day...
SO, MzS, I just wanted you to know that I'm pretty jealous that you don't have to suffer this horrible day...
Well, I HATE this day.. and this year I'm being dragged downcoast to a friend's summerplace where games, herring and shots are all included. Oh, did I mention the jingles we have to sing everytime we have a snaps???? I HATE it. And the day after, oh my... hangover, barf-feeling all day and the worst headache ever.. Where's the fun in that? Cause you see, you HAVe to drink every time.. The Swedish mentality.. trying to make up for the dull and wan appearance they normally represent. Everyone is gay on Midsummer's day...
SO, MzS, I just wanted you to know that I'm pretty jealous that you don't have to suffer this horrible day...
The Forgetful Mind
The leaving-behind-an-item-at-a-"friends"-house is the worst thing... Especially when we're not referring to a friend friend, but a sleeping-over-only-friend. What are you supposed to do if you forget your favorite Dior lipgloss at his place and you really don't feel like seeing him again? Is it a crime if you break it? I mean, technically there is a piece of property in that building that belongs to you. Are you not therefore allowed to get it?!
Well, here's the thing. Some people like to separate different fields in their lives from other fields in their livese... If you are a someone's "friend" you have some obligations, one of them being your responsibility to leave with all the things you brought when you went to his/her place. DO not, I repeat, DO not forget anything there!!! I don't care if you were in a hurry, and I really don't care if you blame it on your plain stupidity.. If you forget something at that place, it's your own fault, not the resident's.
Just wanted to make that clear, and state that the one item you should never forget at your "friend's" house, is your cellphone!!!
MzI
Well, here's the thing. Some people like to separate different fields in their lives from other fields in their livese... If you are a someone's "friend" you have some obligations, one of them being your responsibility to leave with all the things you brought when you went to his/her place. DO not, I repeat, DO not forget anything there!!! I don't care if you were in a hurry, and I really don't care if you blame it on your plain stupidity.. If you forget something at that place, it's your own fault, not the resident's.
Just wanted to make that clear, and state that the one item you should never forget at your "friend's" house, is your cellphone!!!
MzI
Monday, June 18, 2007
What a perfect day...Barcelona pt 2
Usually I hate Sundays, because that means that Monday comes next and
I hate Mondays the most.
Yesterday I woke up with a hangover, and I don't think I've ever had a hangover
in my life. I discovered that the drinks here in Barcelona are way stronger
than the ones in Sweden. I was already semi-drunk after just one drink, and that's
saying something (or maybe I'm too weak).
We went to a great little pub/bar called Toscana where they made these deadly
strong drinks. On our way home we stopped by another bar where they had live music.
One guy with his guitar singing spanish tunes into his microphone and the entire
crowd were his backup singers. The atmosphere was like nothing I've seen so far.
My next move? To learn spanish songs and go to that bar and sing my lungs out!
Anyway, that was Saturday.
Yesterday was Sunday, and I woke up feeling not quite like myself and since me
and Sundays havn't been the best of friends before, I thought I might just grab
a cup of coffee and not do anything worth mentioning.
BUT, lucky for me, I'm surrounded by great people here and they wouldn't let me
sit at home all by my lonesome with my headache as my only company, so they took
me out on an adventure.
What an adventure it was!
First off, we met up with two crazy spanish guys who were so funny that they made my
headache go away.
After we ate and drank (water) we (or rather they) decided to go to the pier by
the beach in Barceloneta with a small picknick and just consume the view of the sea.
They didn't mention however, that in order to get to this great place we had to climb, leap and put our lives at risk. The pier is full of these huge cement blocks
and it was a bit scary at times, but apparently I made it out alive, my jeans and shirt didn't however.
It was worth it, the view was great and the picknick, consisted of bear and wine, never tasted as good.
Three hours and two hundred pictures later, it was time to watch the football game,
le grand finale. It would either be Barcelona or Real Madrid who would be crowned the winners. (Of course I had faith in Barca). My friend here told me that she wished they would win because I just had to see the party take place afterwards. Thousands and thousands of people in fountains, on the street, singing, dancing...you can imagine.
How it ended?
Well, let's just say that most people went home with their heads held down and some even in tears.
But what a farewell present for Beckham, winning the Spanish major league and leaving Spain for his new adventure, USA, like this.
Overall, I think it was the best sunday in my life, so far. Again very spontanious which sometimes (most times) work out for the best.
NB! I still hate Mondays though.
Top 3 things I like about Barcelona right now:
1. Toscana (the bar/pub)
2. How people say hello here, with a kiss on each cheak.
3. The pier
Top 3 things I don't like as much:
1. Real Madrid
2. The traffic
3. The service, it takes forever before you get what you've ordered
/MzS
I hate Mondays the most.
Yesterday I woke up with a hangover, and I don't think I've ever had a hangover
in my life. I discovered that the drinks here in Barcelona are way stronger
than the ones in Sweden. I was already semi-drunk after just one drink, and that's
saying something (or maybe I'm too weak).
We went to a great little pub/bar called Toscana where they made these deadly
strong drinks. On our way home we stopped by another bar where they had live music.
One guy with his guitar singing spanish tunes into his microphone and the entire
crowd were his backup singers. The atmosphere was like nothing I've seen so far.
My next move? To learn spanish songs and go to that bar and sing my lungs out!
Anyway, that was Saturday.
Yesterday was Sunday, and I woke up feeling not quite like myself and since me
and Sundays havn't been the best of friends before, I thought I might just grab
a cup of coffee and not do anything worth mentioning.
BUT, lucky for me, I'm surrounded by great people here and they wouldn't let me
sit at home all by my lonesome with my headache as my only company, so they took
me out on an adventure.
What an adventure it was!
First off, we met up with two crazy spanish guys who were so funny that they made my
headache go away.
After we ate and drank (water) we (or rather they) decided to go to the pier by
the beach in Barceloneta with a small picknick and just consume the view of the sea.
They didn't mention however, that in order to get to this great place we had to climb, leap and put our lives at risk. The pier is full of these huge cement blocks
and it was a bit scary at times, but apparently I made it out alive, my jeans and shirt didn't however.
It was worth it, the view was great and the picknick, consisted of bear and wine, never tasted as good.
Three hours and two hundred pictures later, it was time to watch the football game,
le grand finale. It would either be Barcelona or Real Madrid who would be crowned the winners. (Of course I had faith in Barca). My friend here told me that she wished they would win because I just had to see the party take place afterwards. Thousands and thousands of people in fountains, on the street, singing, dancing...you can imagine.
How it ended?
Well, let's just say that most people went home with their heads held down and some even in tears.
But what a farewell present for Beckham, winning the Spanish major league and leaving Spain for his new adventure, USA, like this.
Overall, I think it was the best sunday in my life, so far. Again very spontanious which sometimes (most times) work out for the best.
NB! I still hate Mondays though.
Top 3 things I like about Barcelona right now:
1. Toscana (the bar/pub)
2. How people say hello here, with a kiss on each cheak.
3. The pier
Top 3 things I don't like as much:
1. Real Madrid
2. The traffic
3. The service, it takes forever before you get what you've ordered
/MzS
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Summertime in Sweden
Summertime. Summertime in Sweden and a city on the west coast. I'll try to guide you through what it looks like at a pub/bar/club in this city situated by the west coas.
After a long day at the beach, sun-bathing til' you can't think anymore and your body is so de-hydrated you look like a dried tomato, you return to the flat and take a cold shower. The phone has ringed 7 times whilst you were cooling off and shaving your legs. During the summertime it is ok too be late, or not to bother about the time. The bars are over stacked from 15.00..
What happens when you and your girlfriends finally manage to find a place to grab an exotic drink? Well, not only do u have to wait 20minutes before you can order, but the freaking mascara has started to run, thanks to the wonderful weather.. The glass is empty sooner than you can imagine and the second and third and sixth just run through the body.. Pee-time!!
A night out in the summertime is one of the best experiences of the year. The cool summer breeze when you're sitting outside, with your mojito in your hands, the fabulous sun-tanned people, the great atmosphere... who thinks about your running mascara, or your sweaty body? We love it. It's summertime in of the best cities of the western coast...
MzI
After a long day at the beach, sun-bathing til' you can't think anymore and your body is so de-hydrated you look like a dried tomato, you return to the flat and take a cold shower. The phone has ringed 7 times whilst you were cooling off and shaving your legs. During the summertime it is ok too be late, or not to bother about the time. The bars are over stacked from 15.00..
What happens when you and your girlfriends finally manage to find a place to grab an exotic drink? Well, not only do u have to wait 20minutes before you can order, but the freaking mascara has started to run, thanks to the wonderful weather.. The glass is empty sooner than you can imagine and the second and third and sixth just run through the body.. Pee-time!!
A night out in the summertime is one of the best experiences of the year. The cool summer breeze when you're sitting outside, with your mojito in your hands, the fabulous sun-tanned people, the great atmosphere... who thinks about your running mascara, or your sweaty body? We love it. It's summertime in of the best cities of the western coast...
MzI
Friday, June 15, 2007
Barcelona part 1
I'm in Barcelona! Seems like everytime I say that, I have to pinch myself to
know that it's not all just a dream.
I'm in Barcelona.....nope, it's real!
Yesterday I went out alone to explore the city, and the best way
to do that is by foot. I walked around for a good 3 hours in the middle
of the day (hot hot hot) and just took it all in.
So far so good.
Me and my friend here in Barcelona went out yesterday and ordered
in Sangria and just talked and watched the people walking by.
We talked about guys (what else) and she told me that Barcleona
is the capital city in Europe for gay people. She said: "Always asume
that the guy you meet, or think is cute, is gay. That way you won't be
dissapointed!"
Right now, meeting guys is the furthest thing from my mind, my only
relationship is that with the city of Barcleona and so far nothing I've
seen or heard is of any dissapointment.
MzS
know that it's not all just a dream.
I'm in Barcelona.....nope, it's real!
Yesterday I went out alone to explore the city, and the best way
to do that is by foot. I walked around for a good 3 hours in the middle
of the day (hot hot hot) and just took it all in.
So far so good.
Me and my friend here in Barcelona went out yesterday and ordered
in Sangria and just talked and watched the people walking by.
We talked about guys (what else) and she told me that Barcleona
is the capital city in Europe for gay people. She said: "Always asume
that the guy you meet, or think is cute, is gay. That way you won't be
dissapointed!"
Right now, meeting guys is the furthest thing from my mind, my only
relationship is that with the city of Barcleona and so far nothing I've
seen or heard is of any dissapointment.
MzS
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