Another beautiful day. I didn't wake up very readily, but when I went down to breakfast and it took me 10 seconds to figure out if I needed coffee or not when asked, they had already just handed me a cappuccino and said I obviously did. Now that is how you start a day. No decisions, just Boom! and there's a coffee in your hands.
After getting a bit caffeinated, I decided to brave the day. What a hardship this was. Azure blue skies, not a cloud in sight. I was roasting in my jeans. Which is why I can't understand how people here run around in boots, leggings, jeans, sweaters, coats, and scarves. Commonly all at the same time. And this I was seeing at one to two in the afternoon! I was horrified.
However, this option was better than what I witnessed during my picnic on the beach. Some people should NOT wear speedos or thong bikinis. Just saying. It was not a pretty picture by any means. I don't care if you want a tan, that was bad.
After wandering around on the waterfront for a good couple hours, I decided I didn't want to bake myself (I am inordinately pale), and headed back inland.
I have been planning to go to the magic fountain tonight at seven (think the Bellagio in a smaller scale), so I decided I would walk there to see how long it took me for that evening. It was MUCH further than the map made it look. And I a very glad I did as such. It is under construction until the 24th. I leave on the 20th. I found this to be rather disappointing, but I now had a rather large hill in front of me begging to be climbed. And who am I to disappoint it? The view was amazing, definitely worth it. And I got some amazing pictures of the other fountains up there, as well as some landscapes pictures. The sun was perfectly set when I hit near the top.
At last I made my way down and back to my hostel. However, something strange has now happened several times to me in this general area. People come up to me and ask something in rapid Spanish (obviously asking directions or a location or something but I can't get a single word that they say). When I respond with a, "Lo siento. No comprendo." in a blatantly American accent, they get a look of Aha confusion before going to someone else who points them in a direction.
Now, I believe I mentioned earlier in this post, just how pale I am. In fact, I sent Jinnie and email earlier saying I think I may blind people walking beside me at times. And Jonette made a point to tell me how American, and un-European I look. So why do all these people seem to think I can help them? I try not to scream tourist (cause that also screams "Hey pickpockets and scam artists, I'm over here!"), but I most definitely do not scream local either. All I can figure is I must just look like I know where I am heading, and where everything is. Which I think I will take as a compliment. Still very random though.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Apparently people think I'm from Barcelona?
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Nicole, you are a rockstar. I, for one, am not at all surprised people think you know what you're doing and ask you for help. When traveling, you really do know what you're doing. When staying in one location and remembering to pay rent (and the amount of rent) is another story entirely.
*looks sheepish* I don't know what you might be talking about...isn't that the sole reason we had a whiteboard in the kitchen? And you living there to hand me envelopes already addressed and stamped?
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