So yes, I do have a story to elaborate on the title of this entry. But let's backtrack a bit to tell some tales of the weekend. First of all I had the worst week, two exams in my two hardest classes as well as a presentation of War Correspondents in my journalism class. Yikes. The presentation actually opened my eyes to a whole new view of the world though... those guys that go to foreign countries and give news reports on the war, ones that actually travel with soldiers and witness it first hand... they're nuts. I really want to read the book The Bang Bang Club, its about a group of war correspondents, mostly photo journalists, that have seen the worst of the worst. It just tells the stories of their lives, how they deal with the stress, etc. It seems really interesting. I learned about it while researching for my presentation.
Anyways, with all that junk out of the way, I went to Seville with the parentals and Emily this weekend. Apart from the stress of traveling by my lonesome, it was a really great weekend. Seville is such a quaint little city, very relaxing. We did a tour of the cathedral, wandered over to Plaza Espana, which was beautiful, and even went to an international festival with little trinkets, food, and beer from all over the world. I got a beer called Judas (haha) from Belgium which was like 9% alcohol. It was delicious! If you all can find it in the states I recommend it! All in all it was a great weekend. Last night we all came home on the same flight, and the Gabrees spent their last night in Barcelona. We went out for dinner down by the water, and our waiter kept a constant supply of sangria coming all night, including one made with champagne. Delicious.
Today might have been the oddest day ever for me in Barcelona. For starters, it has been raining all day... something that was not conducive to my outfit of a light t-shirt and leather boots (nice try Weather.com), but has pretty much not happened since we got here. It was cloudy one day last month, and apparently it rained one night of Merce (something I missed somehow)... but it really just hasn't rained here in months. Maybe its the start of the wet season? I almost forgot what it was like. It still sucks, that's for sure. I mean I love rain for playing in when I have the right clothes for it, and I love nothing more than cuddling in bed when its raining outside... but I think it just made everyone crazy today. This leads me to my story...
So I'm standing waiting for the metro, soaking wet after running from my class to the station... and its packed. Everyone is riding the metro today because no one wants to be outside. Anyway, this guy comes running up behind me and ducks around my shoulder, slamming me into the guy behind me, grabs a woman in front of me by the shoulders (which I at first though was a cute boyfriend/girlfriend interaction until he does what comes next), rips her from the crowd and slams her into the wall behind everyone. You could hear her head crack against the cement. She obviously crumples to the ground crying, all while he starts screaming obscenities at her about being a whore. The guy who I slammed into during the process grabs him by the back of his shirt trying to catch him but he wriggled free and took off down the corridor. Some rando who must have seen the whole thing happen came bolting out of no where and caught him, dragging him back to the scene of the crime. I tried to stay and see what was going to happen, but the guy who I fell into previously told me I should probably just get on the train. Turns out hes an American student studying in Barca too, he was just trying to be a hero by stopping the guy. I told him it was probably good he didn't get too involved, but I thanked him for letting me use him as an airbag, haha. We figure the guy was mad at an ex-girlfriend for cheating on him and/or just moving on, but YIKES. He could've handled that wayyyy differently. Spaniards are crazy.
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