Momento Numero 1
On the first day, during Orientation we had to write a letter to ourseleves about the goals we wanted to accomplish in Barcelona.
Numero Uno: "Yo quiero Aprendir Espana"
In our hotel room later that night as we reminisced the day I realized that I had wrote that I wanted to learn Spain instead of Spanish! Haha.
Momento Numero 2
On Monday night, we attended parade for El Reyes, the holiday. They were throwing out candy into the crowd and as we reached for one some little boy growled at us and yelled something in spanish. Don't mess with little Spanish boys.
Momento Numero 3
We decided to venture out into Las Ramblas yesterday night to find some bars. Little did we know that we would be walking into prostitute heaven. Every where we turned we were bombarded with prostitutes. And they were all African with braids. I kept on thinking I would be mistaken for one and get arrested.
A Trifle from Our Ridiculous Lives
17 years ago
2 comments:
ummm first of all u should ask b4 u go out venturing to places u have no clue about and second how you u be mistakedn?? are u DRESSED like a prostitute????
We were in Las Ramblas the popular touristy hangout...so we did know where we were going....prostitution here is like selling a hot dog on the street, not a big deal...also they were not dressed liked hookers...they were in normal clothes and stood on the sidewalks yelling to the men to come see them...I would NEVER be dressed like a prostitute!
Also I think its the only way the immigrant women can make a living in this part of the country...poor girls...
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