Well it seems like it's been a bit of time since I've updated but school has been getting in the way of my travel. Friday after our Cine class (Cine pronounced See-neigh for all you southerners who want to pronounce it scene) we headed back to our dorm quickly to grab our stuff and grab a pic-nic and jump on the bus. As a car enthusiast I quickly realize the suspension on the bus isn't NASCAR approved (don't worry mom it was safe, UGA en Espana wouldn't allow us a bootleg bus) meaning it rocked back and forth side to side while driving in a linear fashion. I may be the only one to notice these things but just relax we had 4 hours on this bus. Traveling long distances isn't bad at all any more (recall summer drive from Ohio to Georgia 13 hours, one day) We stopped half way so we could stretch our legs, so I could grab some water to cure cotton mouth at an Auto Grill along the highway. European truck stops are so different than American ones and European truck drivers aren't as...well badass as American ones. They've got big rigs that are flat in front and look like they should be driving around Tokyo next to a Tuk Tuk. Regardless I went into Auto Grill and low and behold it became clear it was destiny for me to step foot in this less badass version of an American truck stop because they had one thing I've been looking for this entire trip: COLD chocolate milk. Regular milk thats cold is a serious rare commodity so imagine them deciding to cool down some hersheys milk, almost ludicris to think about. I picked up the bottle...Ice Cold. Needless to say the overpriced chocolate milk quickly ended up in my belly. I've never been happier.
As we got back on the road we made it to Barcelona in not record time, our bus breaking down in traffic along the way and us having to back out of a toll road (I think our driver may have picked a closed one, the genius he was) but alas we were in sweet Barcelona. We got out of the bus and quickly made our way into the hotel because of the horror stories of pick pocketers we had heard from all our professors. Our leader made his way to the front desk of the hotel and asked for all our room keys. The attendant at the desk made it known that UGA only paid half of the amount they were supposed to have paid for and our leader did not have a credit card. I'm not quite sure if it's just Europe or UGA en Espana that follows us like the plague.
Our rooms...were amazing. I'm not sure if I have told you or not but my room in Valencia smells. Not like a faint smell of garbage lingering in the distance, like bigfoot took a garbage shower hung cloves of garlic on his neck, took a sulphur shot and got sprayed by a skunk. Anywhere I travel I am immediately thankful for the short time my room smells clean. After thirty minutes or so, that smell decides that it also packed it's bags and wants to party too. I've been wondering where it comes from? My roommate Taylor also thought the room was pretty amazing!
Friday night, another great success happened, we went to an all you can eat pizza/pasta/salad bar. It was really fresh food, they had ice in their cups (rarity) and you could eat all you wanted.
Since we got there somewhat late all we could do was sit in our hotel and watch tv the rest of the night :-). We made our way to razzmatazz (one of the biggest discotecas I've ever seen, it was 5 different floors of enormous dance floors) to get our dance on.
Pictures from Friday : (Hotel Room, View from Hotel Room, Sweet Sculpture)
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