Friday, September 24, 2010

If its Tuesday, we must be in Brugge....right??

Where in the world am I? I can hardly keep track these days, as I never seem to stay anywhere for too long. It’s always a bit heartbreaking to leave a city that you just met; I am always so dramatic with my goodbyes. Ciaaaao, Italia-ti amo! Au revoir paris…I don’t know how to say anything else in French, but I can do a little wave with a French looking blown kiss. I have finally figured out the metro and rail maps, decided my favorite place to eat, discovered the perfect place to drink wine in public (how is that not legal in the US??) only to be ushered off to my next destination. It’s not a hard life, but it’s not a permanent one either. Oh, how I miss living out of closets and dressers! Life is not meant to fit in a few of those airtight bags that suck all of the life out of your clothing and replace it with wrinkles.
Anyway, I figured I needed to remember all the places I've been and what I've loved about them. Also, I know there are a few people who are planning to pop over to this ancient continent soon (seriously, even the toilets are older than California here) so I thought I'd compile a list of where I went and what I loved. This is a partial list, as I have written it and now I'm bored of this, so I'll finish it later, perhaps when I have no life in Petaluma.
Barcelona: One of my favorites. Churros dipped in hot chocolate sauce at 4am really is the best and worst idea ever. Barcelonians are possibly the most helpful people I’ve met on this continent, but also the ones who don’t seem to know left from up. It’s shocking how many people were always willing to offer directions, and even more shocking how many of them were not even remotely correct. Guell park made me feel like someone had granted my childhood wishes and finally brought me into a Dr. Seuss book, all that was missing was the Lorax. I am beyond jealous that Morgan gets to stay there through at least the rest of the month, and visit again throughout the year.
Dublin: Exactly as I pictured it, but with a little less rain. Don’t get me wrong, it definitely rained every day. But not all day every day.  Which was nice, but then you have to do the raincoat dance every hour or so. Oh shit, its bloody pissing rain, on with the coat. God damn, its hot- now I have to carry this wet fucker. Every other door lead into a pub, that was somehow packed at all hours of the day (and Dan says the French never seem to go to work). Inside you would find a drunken/oddly talented guy showing off his skills of not taking a breath for what seems like 5 minutes while he spews out lyrics in an unknown language- unknown because its literally so fast and slurred you can’t really tell if its drunken English or Irish. Guinness flows like water and everyone loves to drink, including all of Dan’s aunts, uncles, and thousands of cousins, most of who seem to be related in more than one way if you catch my drift. Also, CHOCOLATE. If you see me within a week of my getting home, make me bring you an irish chocolate. Deeeelish.
Cardiff: That’s in Wales, by the way. Yeah, I didn’t really know that either (I believe I even thought Wales was part of England, not even its own country. Oops) until I met Simon in Maine 2 years ago. As soon as we arrived we witnessed two guys drunk off their ass (hopefully) jump into a river that was just sparkling with the thin layer of oil and soda cans floating on top, and swim out to a big wooden structure which one proceeded to jump off of, while the other pussied out. We proceeded to have fish and chips with Simon and his lovely girlfriend; and although they were are age, you would never know it. Simon and Ceri just bought- BOUGHT- a beautiful welsh condo which they have completely decorated, filled with pictures, real sofas not acquired from street corners or good will, and stocked with real adult food. They both have jobs with salaries and enjoy spending time with their families…how crazy, to be 23 and already be all grown up! Anyway, Wales was cool, we did a little pub quiz, didn’t embarrass ourselves too badly. Turns out I know about 2/100 random UK facts. Honestly, not as bad as I thought.
Paris: My favorite!! Bella citta! I still speak no French, and the French still seem to hate me for it, but I don’t even care. In 4 days we managed to go to (fo free) the Louve (or as much as you can do in 3.5 hours, which seems to be about a third of it. It’s a beast), Notre Dame where I swear I saw Quasimoto, Sacre Coeur which you can see the entire city from…and then not fo free the Eiffel tower at sunset, que romantique, and the Catacombs, which are like nothing I never knew even existed. Oh, and guess how many scarves there are in this city? MILLIONS. On every corner, every alley, every little store sells scarves. It’s amazing that I managed to not buy one, but Dan’s ridicule of the other 4 scarves I have bought so far stopped me, so I bought my mom one instead. Every lunch consisted of a different kind of cheese and bread or a crepe along with a cheap bottle of wine, and every street you walked on was beautifully decorated with rot iron balconies, trees with autumn leaves, and couples sucking face. The most PDA I have ever seen in one place. Kinda gross, but hey-if you can't beat em, join em!
Brugge: If you have seen the movie, then you have no idea what Brugge is like. Not only can you wonder along cobblestone while eating THE BEST french fries in the place where they were invented, but you can sample hundreds of different kinds of amazing beer, most for under 4euro per glass. 72 Chocolate stores in the city center, with a population of only about 20,000. We had to stay an extra night after visiting the De Garre pub which is the only place to serve the deliciously creamy Garre beer, with a complementary cheese snack. Unfortunately, the only people we met in Brugge were from the bay area, San Diego, and Pennsyvania. Ewww.

Now we are in Amsterdam and its too overwhelming to discuss now... Great place, but its a bit like Las Vegas...2 nights will be enough. Miss you all, can't wait to hear about where everyone else loves to go so I can expland my list of places to visit for my next adventure!!

Friday, September 3, 2010

Caitlyn Morgan Barcelona

Ohhh Barcelona, what a beauty she is! This city is amazing. Shall I take you through my journey here thus far? I shall.
I arrived in a caffeinated haze after not sleeping a wink in my airport "hotel" and ingesting a redbull and an accidental latte. I looked around excitedly for Morgan, but didn't see that beautiful face anywhere. But YIPPEE my bags are here, thats a huge improvement from my last flight. I wandered toward the arrivals area, where I hoped she would find me...no Morgan. I did a little dance in and out of those giant turning doors for the next half an hour, trying to cover all the ground in arrivals without missing her in another part...trying to find out if her flight had landed on time by way of speaking terrible Spanish, a language that I have not used since the 10th grade. I think I'm even more confused about languages than I was when I got here...Anyway, I gave up actively looking for her and decided to sit in one spot and hope she popped by and DUN DUN DUH DUH there she be with 3 of the HUGEST suitcases I have ever seen in my life. That girl really is moving here! After ecstatic greetings, we exhaustedly took a train and then a cab to her apartment. After the nice shop lady from next door helped us get in, as we are incapable of using keys apparently, we found ourselves in her cute little apartment! But she will tell you all about that I'm sure. Ok, lets go to bed we've been up forever. What time is it? 10AM?!?!? Fuck our lives. I honestly have no idea what we did that day, but somehow we managed to put off sleep until 9pm. 
Morg was a bit worried about making such a huge change in her life, about how difficult it was going to be. If you've ever watched Little Miss Sunshine, there is always a quote that comes to mind with these kinds of dealings: 
"he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered, those were the best years of his life, 'cause they made him who he was. All those years he was happy? You know, total waste. Didn't learn a thing." 
I don't know that years happily spent are a waste, but I do agree that you learn the most about yourself and grow the most when things are difficult. And that is exactly what we are supposed to be doing with our post college years, right? Figuring ourselves out a little more...pushing ourselves out of our comfort zones and into the real world. The world is a huge, amazing place and if you are always too afraid to leave the comfort of your cozy bed (as most of us are at one point or another), then you are never going to get to see stuff like this:





























Which reminds me...Barcelona is amazing! I am so jealous that Morg gets to spend so long here. The Gaudi architecture (like above) reminds me of Dr. Seuss, and hiking in the park surrounding it leads to beautiful views of the city. There are street musicians everywhere, except they are all really good, and it just makes every situation seem like something from a movie. If you get the chance, visit Barcelona. Visit morgan this year! Or later...some time before you die, at least. 

Wishing you all were here...
Cait

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Diaries of an airport (non) sleeper

3:31 am. 4 hours after arriving at Milan Malpensa airport, and 3 hours before my flight leaves. No, theres not cruel and unusual amounts of airport security in Italy, I just didn't want to pay for the ridiculous combined cost of a hostel, a cab, and an early train. I had many preconceived notions about airports that have been disproven by this experiment.
1. Airports do close down completely. I thought that there were always busy little airport workers checking luggage at all obscure hours, like ants. The only workers here are janitors and a guy who drives around one of those awesome zomboni type things they have at ice rinks. Thats probably the second best job ever, only behind dog walker.
2. Tons of people sleep at the airport! I thought I might be generally alone in my overnight exploration of life as a bum, but the place is packed! From midnight, people started showing up and chatting, then sleeping on benches, then chatting some more.
3. Airports are not required to have those cushiony seats that I have always seen before. The seat I sit on is metal, with a little blue pillow at the top that makes a surprising difference in my comfort.
I have also learned that this is fun! Fuck hostels and hotels, I'll just chill at airports wherever I go. Its free, you just have to pay the expense of feeding yourself at hours in which you would normally be all curled up like a nice warm bun straight from the oven; a small price to pay. I have spent my alone time reading The Shadow of the Wind, which my dad recommended I read in Barcelona (where it is set) and of which I have already completed 200 pages. I'll be finished before I even get to Barcelona. You know you can be amazingly productive if you don't sleep (obviously that wasn't directed at you, Rula, because you know this well). I have painted my nails, much to the confusion of the Australian guy sitting near me who looks bored to tears. I have gotten high scores on all of my ipod games. Did I mention I drank a redbull? YUP. Its like the DivLib all over again.
I don't seem to be joined in my joy of airport non-sleeping. (The cheese stands alone, as usual). There is a baby who whines about god knows what, because nothing is happening. The Italian soccer team next to me sleeps most of the time only to awake and grumble something unpleasant to their fellow teammates. The poor swedish girl near me has been stalked by the bored Australian man, and I think has been feigning sleep for the last two hours to avoid his odd conversation. If you ever met Ben from the book store (Elisabeth, Kristina...you know) this guy is pretty much the Australian version of him. Thats right, there's more than one.
Unfortunately, in 3 short hours I will be leaving Italy. When I will be back to this beautiful country, I don't quite know. The family I was with offered me more money to come back next summer, as well as paying for my flight (and no doubt another designer bonus). Its probably the most tempting offer I've ever gotten, but for some reason I feel like I can't. Like I have too much to do, to get a job, to get ready for grad school...etc....i don't really know what the etc, but I'm sure theres other stuff. I also missed a lot of stuff about summer while I was away- camping, bbq's, summer nights in santa cruz/petaluma, having friends... I've spent a summer as Lindsay Lohan in the beginning of Mean Girls, something I've always dreaded. But it wasn't as bad as I thought. Apparently I am pretty good at entertaining myself now. Look Ma, a new skill!

Anyway back to important airport business... business looks like guiness. Weird. More redbull Caitlyn? Why yes, thank you.

You know you love teriyaki chicken,
Cait