Ciutadella Park / on the metro / Cuitadella Park / lunch at Juice Dudes / Arc de Triomf / Jardins de Laribal
Warning: very long, photo-heavy post ahead.
One thing I absolutely should not have been doing right before the most important exams of my whole degree, was go to Barcelona for the weekend. That said, I did it anyway and I have absolutely no regrets.
I have been meaning to post this for several months now, as it was all the way back in April that I visited, and I had got to the point that I wasn’t going to any more. But, Barcelona is of course still there and people are still going to visit the same places as I did, so in a way it is a bit of a timeless post that I figured I may as well anyway. Plus I got to enjoy looking over all of my Barcelona photos again which now means I want to go back.
My best friend from university (and former flatmate until she ditched me) was on a year abroad in Spain as a requirement for her course, since she studies Spanish. Of course, this is very sad because it means that I had to go a very long time without seeing her when I was used to seeing her practically every single day of my life and sharing a bathroom with her. But it does have it benefits, mainly that I got to travel to Barcelona for the weekend a few weeks ago to meet up with her. She got a bus in from Logrono in the north of the country where she was staying at the time and we met in Barcelona.
I have never visited Spain with a person who actually speaks the language before, and let me tell you it makes the absolute world of difference. I absolutely love the Spanish language and have always wanted to learn it, and that weekend had just made me want to do it even more. Because she had visited Barcelona once before with her boyfriend a few months ago, she already had a fair idea of what there was on offer and what kind of things we could do. Plus, she has a far better sense of direction than I do and I would probably still be wandering aimlessly trying to figure out how to get the metro back to the airport if I hadn’t made her send me detailed instructions.
I did a photo diary of my time in Hamburg in January, which turned out to be a popular post, so I thought I would do the same for Barcelona.
Hello! Do you still remember who I am?
I haven’t been blogging much the past month or so, while I got back into the swing of things with uni after the long Christmas break. I am now halfway through my final semester of classes in my four-year-long degree which I CANNOT BELIEVE I am even saying right now. I really love my classes this semester actually, especially my one on Victorian Gothic literature (Frankenstein, Jane Eyre, The Island of Dr Moreau, some Sherlock Holmes, SO MUCH GOOD STUFF) so it hasn’t even been much of a task making myself sit down at my desk and crack on with it. It makes such a difference to your productivity levels when you really love what you are doing, doesn’t it.
Anyway, now that I truly have the hang of it again and am back into a good routine, my blog can return from its place on the back burner. I have missed writing on here!! I have a couple of blog posts planned for the next couple of weeks, including a book review on The Wicked King, if you aren’t sick of those already from every other book blog under the sun (although I could read people’s thoughts on Jude and Cardan all day long).
Today though, I wanted to tell you about a very exciting and last minute trip I took a couple of weeks ago with my flatmate courtesy of Ryanair flight sales.
Yep, I went to Germany for the day for the same price as it would cost to get the train home for the weekend.
Warning: long post ahead.
The week before we went, or even knew we were going, my flatmate got an email through advertising cheap Ryanair flights as part of their January sale. It started off as sort of a joke, wondering where we could jet off to, and we started looking at flight times without really caring about the destination. Most of them didn’t suit because they didn’t fit around our university classes, and since we are semi-responsible adults now we didn’t want to miss anything so close to graduation. Then we spotted one to Hamburg in Germany that meant we would only be away for a day in total, and a few minutes later we were booked.