Day 30
(it has officially been one month)
October 23, 2011
(it has officially been one month)
October 23, 2011
I got to feel like Harry Potter today.
Today was spent in Sevilla. And I literally mean all day. But it was aboslutely fabulous and I am definitely going to go back a couple times before I have to go home. I am dead tired though and not going to upload pictures until tomorrow; too lazy right now and the computer is being an idiot. Plus, wanna make you guys suffer... just a little bit. Drool in anticipation bitches! :)
I stayed up later than I should have last night, knowing I had to be up at 8:30am to get ready to leave by 10am and spend the entire day walking around the city... but hey boys make you do stupid things sometimes. And this would be one of those times.
I stayed up until about 3:30am chatting with that boy I met in O Grove. No, not creepy stalker kid but cute, eye candy kid. It was a bit of a task though given that we have a huge language mountain chillin between us like "oh hey, you guys wanna flirt? well that's great. i wanna plop my fat ass down right here and make your life difficult". But to top it off, he didn't just text me in Spanish but he texted me in shorthand so half the time the translator would only translate certain words and it would be a guessing game from there for me. But hey, love doesn't know language just like it doesn't know age... right? Hahahaha. I mean he did tell me that my true love may be in O Grove and that if he see's me again he is going to fall in love and follow me to America. Cute.
So anyways. While staying up late was well worth it my body is definitely ready to beat up my soul or something like that.
Got to Sevilla at around noon. We first made our way to the amazing Catedral de Sevilla (Seville Cathedral). It was once upon a time an Arabian temple but when the Catholic people of Spain won back the land they made sure to rid of the Arabian-ness of it all and make it a cathedral. Today there stands one piece of the building that is still of Moorish architecture and that is the Giralda (or belltower). The Catholics left that there but made sure to add some bells (to make it a bell tower) so that it made the church a cathedral and no longer an Arabian temple. I walked up that damn thing. All the way to the top, sweat my lady balls off and my perfume but the views were total worth it. There is apparently no taller building in Sevilla than the Giralda. I'm not sure if they are doing that on purpose when building or it just keeps happening that way. Either way, it makes the view perfect so I kind of hope they are doing it on purpose so one asshole doesn't ruin the view for everyone.
Oh by the way I met homedude Columbus today, and his son Hernando. Pretty cool dudes, even though they are dead and all. Haha. Yeah, both of their tombs are in the Seville Cathedral. It is kinda retarded though because Hernando's tomb is in the ground so people can just walk all over it and shit (if they decide to ignore the blue rope around it). How disrespectful. Then there is good ol Columbus high above the ground in his tomb. It is a statue of four dudes carrying his casket on their shoulders. I mean we all know Columbus is the big hero here and all but still, they could give Hernando a little bit more respect.. In my opinion anyways.
After the cathedral we made our way to a little restaurant near by and had lunch. Yum, delicious! Had paella for the first time and I loved it. It was chicken paella. I wanted the seafood but I wasn't going to make a fuss about it since I am, after all, not paying for my own food and shit when we do things as a family. After lunch it was more sightseeing.
I made a stop in a little shop before heading to the Real Alcazar (royal arabian palace) and bought some postcards and gifts for some people. Don't worry, I am not forgetting about those of you I promised gifts for!
OH. MY. FREAKING. GOD. The Real Alcazar is so amazingly beautiful. The pictures don't even do this place justice the only thing that will is if you actually visit it... so come on, get up, book that flight ticket and see it tomorrow! The Real Alcazar was an Arabian palace way back when they ruled the land of Andalucia. Then the Catholics came and took the land back and God forbid they let the place stay looking Arabian, so they went through and made all kinds of changes. Despite many of the changes you can still see the Arabian aspects of it, like the arched walls, some of the ceiling work and bits and pieces of the building. I spent most of my time in the gardens, apparently the largest and most renowned gardens in Europe... or one of them at least. And holy shit they are gorgeous. I wish I could have spent more time there. I could just go there for a day, sit under one of the massive trees and read a book. Srsly. I wouldn't mind paying 2€ like once a week to go do that. Chill with the peacocks and other exotic birds that live naturally on the ground. Hell yeah!
So the Real Alcazar is where I got to feel like Harry Potter. One of the gardens is a freaking labyrinth garden. I didn't think it was really gonna get me that lost but shit it did. I felt like Harry Potter when there is that competition or whatever and they are running through the labyrinth garden thing to find the trophy. Yeah, if only it were at night and I had my trusty wand in my hand. None the less I kept asking myself "what sick fuck decides 'oh hey, i want a labyrinth garden in my backyard, get to it slaves'"? I mean like srsly. Do you really want that bullshit for your kids to get lost in at night and the get swallowed up by the massive goblet/trophy that is lurking in there? What retards.
After Real Alcazar we wandered down to the Mayor's Building, took a picture or two and then it was off to the bullfighting ring.
Totally awesome. I have never seen one in person and have definitely never been inside one... until today. We went on a tour of the ring and damn I learned a lot. The ring isn't perfectly square like customary for bullfighting rings but it is actually oval and happens to be one of the oldest bullfighting rings in Spain. Hot damn! I also learned that there is two different kinds of bullfighting. The first and most common is on foot. Now, I always thought that bullfighting was just one dude but nope it is actually a team of dudes (usually about 6 dudes) that work together to kill the bull. First, you have the picadores which are two dudes that are responsible for "picking" (aka poking him with long, sharp sticks) the bull to weaken him. Then you have the next three dudes (don't remember their special name) that have to like put this ribbon thing-a-ma-jigs on the bulls shoulders (at this point people were kind of loud so I couldn't really hear the tour guide). And finally the matador (the dude everyone knows about) is responsible for then killing the bull and depending how well he does this determines how good he is at bullfighting. Apparently, the "perfect kill" is when the matador stabs the bull directly between his shoulder blades. Then there is the other form of bullfighting.
This form is a lot less common but does happen and it involves only one person. In this type of bullfighting the bullfighter is on horseback and plays the role of all three parts himself.
After our tour of the ring we decided to make our way back towards the car and stop by the Gold Tower. The Gold Tower was a tower built on the river in Sevilla during the time Columbus and others were making conquests to the Americas. It was built to house all of the silver and gold mined in the Americas, hence the name Gold Tower. It is not actually made of gold or anything like that, though I thought it was.. or maybe when it was first built it was. Misleading assholes.
Home now, post-Barca game (that they totally did not play their best at) and ready for sleep. Postcards should be mailed out Monday or Tuesday. (:
Oh and one other thing I forgot to mention. I really hate when groups of American kids go on trips (school or not) and act like dick wads. In the cathedral there was this group of American kids on a tour and most were not even paying attention. Instead they were being ridiculously loud, cracking jokes about everything and just being plain disrespectful. It made me so embarassed to be an American there, like seriously. You represent the country you are visiting from and twats like them are the reason Americans are not liked in many places. I don't understand why kids sign up for shit, knowing what they are getting into, if they are not interested in it at all. If you sign up for a program or some school trip you know it is going to feature of a lot of sightseeing and history, that is just standard. If you don't wanna do that kind of stuff, don't join the program or school trip. Go to Europe (or whatever country/continent) on your own time and enjoy the clubs and bars or beaches or whatever. Don't make everyone else from America look like ass whipes just cause you signed up for something that doesn't actually interest you. I wanted so badly to just go off on those mother fuckers.
Today was spent in Sevilla. And I literally mean all day. But it was aboslutely fabulous and I am definitely going to go back a couple times before I have to go home. I am dead tired though and not going to upload pictures until tomorrow; too lazy right now and the computer is being an idiot. Plus, wanna make you guys suffer... just a little bit. Drool in anticipation bitches! :)
I stayed up later than I should have last night, knowing I had to be up at 8:30am to get ready to leave by 10am and spend the entire day walking around the city... but hey boys make you do stupid things sometimes. And this would be one of those times.
I stayed up until about 3:30am chatting with that boy I met in O Grove. No, not creepy stalker kid but cute, eye candy kid. It was a bit of a task though given that we have a huge language mountain chillin between us like "oh hey, you guys wanna flirt? well that's great. i wanna plop my fat ass down right here and make your life difficult". But to top it off, he didn't just text me in Spanish but he texted me in shorthand so half the time the translator would only translate certain words and it would be a guessing game from there for me. But hey, love doesn't know language just like it doesn't know age... right? Hahahaha. I mean he did tell me that my true love may be in O Grove and that if he see's me again he is going to fall in love and follow me to America. Cute.
So anyways. While staying up late was well worth it my body is definitely ready to beat up my soul or something like that.
Got to Sevilla at around noon. We first made our way to the amazing Catedral de Sevilla (Seville Cathedral). It was once upon a time an Arabian temple but when the Catholic people of Spain won back the land they made sure to rid of the Arabian-ness of it all and make it a cathedral. Today there stands one piece of the building that is still of Moorish architecture and that is the Giralda (or belltower). The Catholics left that there but made sure to add some bells (to make it a bell tower) so that it made the church a cathedral and no longer an Arabian temple. I walked up that damn thing. All the way to the top, sweat my lady balls off and my perfume but the views were total worth it. There is apparently no taller building in Sevilla than the Giralda. I'm not sure if they are doing that on purpose when building or it just keeps happening that way. Either way, it makes the view perfect so I kind of hope they are doing it on purpose so one asshole doesn't ruin the view for everyone.
Oh by the way I met homedude Columbus today, and his son Hernando. Pretty cool dudes, even though they are dead and all. Haha. Yeah, both of their tombs are in the Seville Cathedral. It is kinda retarded though because Hernando's tomb is in the ground so people can just walk all over it and shit (if they decide to ignore the blue rope around it). How disrespectful. Then there is good ol Columbus high above the ground in his tomb. It is a statue of four dudes carrying his casket on their shoulders. I mean we all know Columbus is the big hero here and all but still, they could give Hernando a little bit more respect.. In my opinion anyways.
After the cathedral we made our way to a little restaurant near by and had lunch. Yum, delicious! Had paella for the first time and I loved it. It was chicken paella. I wanted the seafood but I wasn't going to make a fuss about it since I am, after all, not paying for my own food and shit when we do things as a family. After lunch it was more sightseeing.
I made a stop in a little shop before heading to the Real Alcazar (royal arabian palace) and bought some postcards and gifts for some people. Don't worry, I am not forgetting about those of you I promised gifts for!
OH. MY. FREAKING. GOD. The Real Alcazar is so amazingly beautiful. The pictures don't even do this place justice the only thing that will is if you actually visit it... so come on, get up, book that flight ticket and see it tomorrow! The Real Alcazar was an Arabian palace way back when they ruled the land of Andalucia. Then the Catholics came and took the land back and God forbid they let the place stay looking Arabian, so they went through and made all kinds of changes. Despite many of the changes you can still see the Arabian aspects of it, like the arched walls, some of the ceiling work and bits and pieces of the building. I spent most of my time in the gardens, apparently the largest and most renowned gardens in Europe... or one of them at least. And holy shit they are gorgeous. I wish I could have spent more time there. I could just go there for a day, sit under one of the massive trees and read a book. Srsly. I wouldn't mind paying 2€ like once a week to go do that. Chill with the peacocks and other exotic birds that live naturally on the ground. Hell yeah!
So the Real Alcazar is where I got to feel like Harry Potter. One of the gardens is a freaking labyrinth garden. I didn't think it was really gonna get me that lost but shit it did. I felt like Harry Potter when there is that competition or whatever and they are running through the labyrinth garden thing to find the trophy. Yeah, if only it were at night and I had my trusty wand in my hand. None the less I kept asking myself "what sick fuck decides 'oh hey, i want a labyrinth garden in my backyard, get to it slaves'"? I mean like srsly. Do you really want that bullshit for your kids to get lost in at night and the get swallowed up by the massive goblet/trophy that is lurking in there? What retards.
After Real Alcazar we wandered down to the Mayor's Building, took a picture or two and then it was off to the bullfighting ring.
Totally awesome. I have never seen one in person and have definitely never been inside one... until today. We went on a tour of the ring and damn I learned a lot. The ring isn't perfectly square like customary for bullfighting rings but it is actually oval and happens to be one of the oldest bullfighting rings in Spain. Hot damn! I also learned that there is two different kinds of bullfighting. The first and most common is on foot. Now, I always thought that bullfighting was just one dude but nope it is actually a team of dudes (usually about 6 dudes) that work together to kill the bull. First, you have the picadores which are two dudes that are responsible for "picking" (aka poking him with long, sharp sticks) the bull to weaken him. Then you have the next three dudes (don't remember their special name) that have to like put this ribbon thing-a-ma-jigs on the bulls shoulders (at this point people were kind of loud so I couldn't really hear the tour guide). And finally the matador (the dude everyone knows about) is responsible for then killing the bull and depending how well he does this determines how good he is at bullfighting. Apparently, the "perfect kill" is when the matador stabs the bull directly between his shoulder blades. Then there is the other form of bullfighting.
This form is a lot less common but does happen and it involves only one person. In this type of bullfighting the bullfighter is on horseback and plays the role of all three parts himself.
After our tour of the ring we decided to make our way back towards the car and stop by the Gold Tower. The Gold Tower was a tower built on the river in Sevilla during the time Columbus and others were making conquests to the Americas. It was built to house all of the silver and gold mined in the Americas, hence the name Gold Tower. It is not actually made of gold or anything like that, though I thought it was.. or maybe when it was first built it was. Misleading assholes.
Home now, post-Barca game (that they totally did not play their best at) and ready for sleep. Postcards should be mailed out Monday or Tuesday. (:
Oh and one other thing I forgot to mention. I really hate when groups of American kids go on trips (school or not) and act like dick wads. In the cathedral there was this group of American kids on a tour and most were not even paying attention. Instead they were being ridiculously loud, cracking jokes about everything and just being plain disrespectful. It made me so embarassed to be an American there, like seriously. You represent the country you are visiting from and twats like them are the reason Americans are not liked in many places. I don't understand why kids sign up for shit, knowing what they are getting into, if they are not interested in it at all. If you sign up for a program or some school trip you know it is going to feature of a lot of sightseeing and history, that is just standard. If you don't wanna do that kind of stuff, don't join the program or school trip. Go to Europe (or whatever country/continent) on your own time and enjoy the clubs and bars or beaches or whatever. Don't make everyone else from America look like ass whipes just cause you signed up for something that doesn't actually interest you. I wanted so badly to just go off on those mother fuckers.
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