Weekly Globetrotter: Barcelona, Spain

Fridays just got even better because I am starting a weekly travel series. Each Friday I will be blessing your feed with a travel guide to a different place. In the matter of a year I was able to travel to 8 different countries and countless new cities in North America, Central America and Europe. I have surely been bit by the travel bug and I spend any extra dollar that I have on exploring new places. You will probably notice a trend with my traveling experiences. 1. I take like a bazillion pictures and 2. There is, almost without fail, some kind of disaster or drama in each place I visit. Let’s get started.

Today we are going to Barcelona, Spain! This trip has lovingly been named “The Clusterfuck” by many in my travel group of girls.

Honestly one of the highlights and god sends of my visit to Barcelona was Starbucks. After two months of traveling, this was the first time I’d seen a Starbucks and the basic little white girl inside of me was jumping for joy. It’s the little things in life.

The first day was spent exploring the city. Honestly, Barcelona is pretty touristy so I encourage you to break away from the pack, explore some back alleys. Not in a creepy, “Im gonna die” way but you know, step away from the main street. We just kind of walked all over, until we stumbled upon some cool buildings that turned out to be works of Gaudi! There are like three of his buildings on the same street so we kind of killed three birds with one stone. A family asked one of the girls I was with to take a picture for them in front of one of Gaudi’s works, so she did. Apparently she didn’t do a good enough job because they quickly asked another tourist to take another picture of them! It doesn’t sound very funny in this little story but trust me, it was hilarious. So anyways, we made our way to the Sagrada Familia but soon learned that you have to buy tickets a head of time (note this if you want to see the inside.) So we bought tickets for later that evening and went on our way exploring. So the time comes to see the inside and we get lost. Like way lost (that’s another trend you’ll see in my travel series. We get lost a lot). Like we ended up on the wrong side of Barcelona. And we all cried when we realized we would never see the inside of the most magnificent basilica in all the land.

So we stumbled upon Park Guell and felt just like the Cheetah Girls. Except in the Cheetah Girls they don’t tell you that you have to pay to see all the mosaic work on that bench. You know what I’m talking about? Anyways, I was so mad about it costing money (because Barcelona is so expensive and touristy it drove me bananas) that I didn’t even care to look at what I was missing or see how much is cost. However, there is a trail you can follow past the mosaics that takes you to three crosses on the top of a hill. It’s a little bit of a hike but very doable and very worth it. Getting up to the crosses is a bit treacherous because it’s just rock steps without rails or anything and tons of people. The lookout though is gorgeous! You totally have to do that.

By some divine intervention we found our way to the Font Magica and my god was it magical! First, it is in front of the most luxurious museum with layers of fountains along the steps as you climb up. We found ourselves a seat and waiting for the show to begin. It was like something at Disneyland (is the World of Color at Disneyland modeled after this? Because it surely reminded me of it.) Anyways, once the stands were filled with people and the fountains put on their show. Colors and songs and dancing water. Truly magical.

So if you take anything from this post it is that the best things in life are free. The Font Magica and Cross lookout at Park Guell were the highlights of my trip to Barcelona but be prepared that it is very touristy and expensive. The positive to it being touristy is that everyone speaks English, so no problems there! Oh, and it’s on the Mediterranean which is beautiful. Tune in next week to see where we travel next!

P.S. That’s a surprise for all of us because I have yet to plan that post. Haha

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Spilling The Beans on Sorority Secrets 

Get your monograms ready! I’m here to dish the dirt. Not actual dirt but rather things that surprised me about joining Greek life. Not boring things though, there’s some doozies in here. Here we go

-there’s drama. Like kind of a lot. Mostly petty stuff.

-it’s a time commitment. Who’s ready for chapter meetings!

-it costs money but so does literally everything else in the world

-you have to put yourself out there. Surprise! Friendships don’t just magically  develop, it takes effort.

-pictures of everything, everyday, all the time

-you miss them even just during thanksgiving break

-your gdi (God damn independent aka not in Greek life) friends will get tired of how often you talk about your house but you won’t care because Greek life is your life.

-there are rules to follow. Don’t worry though. As long as you don’t get arrested or post pictures underage drinking you’ll be fine.

-sorority girls really do love Starbucks. And uggs. And going to Starbucks in their uggs

-Lilly Pulitzer is queen

-I guarantee that every single member watches Netflix.

-we love a good themed party. Sorry, “function.” Get your togas ready!

-there are rules when it comes to wearing your letters. Just be a presentable, non thot person and you’ll be fine.

-people look at you confused when you call them your sisters

-you will quickly master the sorority squat

-chants and songs and chants and songs

-big/little is a huge deal. Like the hugest deal

-you throw what you know at every waking moment

-they are the sisters I never had but always wanted

In all seriousness though, going Greek is one decision that I have never regretted. It’s nearly the end of winter break and I am so excited to see them! I miss them so much. #gogreek

P.S. I want to be friends! Follow me on Instagram and I’ll follow you back!

2016: The Year of Realizing Things

Just as Kylie Jenner predicted, this was a year of just, like realizing things. In 2016 I did not learn who I am, I did not fall in love, and I did not become financially grounded.

However, I did learn that two coffees a day give me sufficient energy and make for a healthy digestive tract.

I learned that Jägermeister is absolutely the most disgusting liquor. Why would anyone chose to drink that?! Never again.

I learned that in Germany you must buy a train ticker or you might get arrested (I’ll tell you more about that one a bit later)

I learned that some places have outdoor escalators and it’s the most amazing architectural decision I’ve ever witnessed. Seriously, just a random escalator in a city neighborhood.

I learned that donkey riding is not comfortable. Like at all.

I learned that I’m extroverted. I had no idea! T god for an online quiz that told me.

I learned, from the absurd number of hours I spend watching Greys Anatomy, how to be a doctor. It’s a beautiful day to save lives.

I learned that some people really take offense to being called an asshole. Sorry, the truth hurts.

I learned that Spanish wine is fantastic and costs like $5 a bottle. It makes almost anything else taste like absolute piss. Except maybe a nice bottle from Napa.

I learned how to ride a quad. Super easy.

I learned not to take three languages in school at once. Not easy.

I learned that Europeans have no idea what real Mexican food tastes like. Don’t get me wrong, they do have Mexican restaurants but it is surely not the same as in the United States or Mexico.

I learned about the different levels of poo. The highest being level 11: taking a poo in the woods and making eye contact with an animal who is also taking a poo.

 

Obviously there was so much realizing that happened in 2016, so much learning. My brain might explode because of all the realizing and learning I did. Cheers to 2017. Bye.

If You Give A Goose A Camera

So this was actually a couple of weeks ago because I’m a loser and don’t unload in a timely manner. Our goal was to go up to Onion Mountain Lookout, a little gem of Southern Oregon but we were satisfied with just finding lovely spots along the way to take pictures and also it was getting rather snowy and while we all live in Oregon, we are not confident in our snow driving skills. But anyways, mountain drives with treasured friends are always a great idea. Well, unless you get stuck in the snow or crash. But most of the time they are pretty great. These two in particular are such a blessing to me. We’ve known each other since elementary school and their loyalty and willingness to stand by my side when I do stupid shit is something that I am incredibly grateful for. Ok, enough of this mushy gushy I love them shit. Just look at the pictures, or don’t. It’s up to you.

See this lovely little friend of mine? Her name is Maddie aka Moody Madeline. She blogs and photographs and her Instagram is straight FIRE. Like it’s actual goals. I want to be her. But since that isn’t possible, I’m content being able to call her one of my closest friends. So go check out her blog and Instagram, both called Moody Madeline. See if you can spot me and my photography on her medias.

https://moodymadeline.com/

Fancy Seeing You Here

Welcome to my blog aka public diary. If the title was available this would be called “let me share too much information while telling you personal stories and you will maybe laugh at me as I try to find my way through beginning adulthood, college and Greek Life and also I like to take pictures” but I’m afraid that I’m gonna need a catchier blog handle. At this point I’m not sure what this blog is even called so here’s a reminder for me to insert the real name. I’m not really sure why I’m starting this. Mostly because I need a place to post pictures besides Instagram and maybe to share my thoughts. You probably don’t actually want to hear those but just in case you wanted a glimpse into the life of a 20 year old college student, today is your day! Congratulations! I’m mostly starting this as a place to keep my photos and be creative. I’ve also heard that people get free stuff so let’s face it, that’s the real reason I’m doing this. As soon as this goes public, I’ll be sitting by the fireplace waiting for my notifications to start going crazy with all brands who want to send me stuff. I’ve actually been typing journal entries for a while because sometimes I physically can’t write. Maybe I’ll get more into that sometime later. That’s much more of a 5th date kind of thing. Like a we know each other a bit more, getting a little bit serious and willing to be more vulnerable kind of thing.

So here’s a tiny bit about me. I’m 20, as previously mentioned and a college student, also mentioned. I try my absolute hardest to do as little school work as possible while maintaining my grades. Studying is not really my forte which is not something you would guess for a perspective teacher. I do however enjoy making plans to “study” with friends and then do about 7 minutes of studying and fuck around the rest of the time. It’s a pretty good life. Hmmm, what else about me. I’m going to tell you something a little bit scary in the next sentence but don’t click away just yet. Are we ready? I’m gluten free and vegan. Ok, it’s out. How many of you are still here? Don’t worry guys, I won’t try to shove it down your throat to stop eating animal products. I’m actually not vegan because of animal rights, I’m simply allergic to pretty much everything. Also gluten free, not for the lifestyle but again, because my body hates me. Anyways, that’s not exciting. Are you even still reading this?

A biography about me would not be complete without gloating about my family. I love them, dysfunction and all. I have four brothers, and my parents of course. My little brother is the cutest thing. He’s 16 though and doesn’t like to be called cute so don’t tell him I said that. Pretty much every holiday, Gabe, my little brother, and I go wheeling. So stay tuned for pictures of that. My life is basically me trying to balance conservative podunk Grants Pass, Oregon and going to a liberal university. It doesn’t always work out well. Actually it’s often, for lack of better terms, a clusterfuck. But who’s life isn’t a clusterfuck, am I right? When I’m home in Grants Pass, I’m in the mountains, doing photoshoots with friends and hiking with my puppy. At school it’s all Greek Life and grades. Ah to be 20.

Wow did anyone make it through that? I could hardly make it through that myself. And it’s my life. This is going to be a rough ride. You ready?