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Barcelona



Flew to Barcelona yesterday morning. Just in time for Día de Sant Jordi (St. Geroge Day), which is the Spanish version of Valentine's Day. There are roses being sold EVERYWHERE, in any color you could ask for, even rainbow. It is also el día de los libros (book day), so there are tents set up in all the plazas selling books. Several of them also have authors signing throughout the day. I had a book called Fantasias animadas by Berta Marse inscribed.

I came to Barcelona this weekend to visit my friend from high school spanish class, John Neff. So I was calling him throughout the morning trying to meet up. However, he has a spanish girlfriend, so he was spending the day with her. I decided to get myself away from all the cuddly couples and roses on the street by having some retail therapy. I spent a lot of time in Desigual because I really want to get something from there, but I couldn't find anything I really liked enough to pay those prices. Their swim suits are adorable, however, if you don't have a butt as big as mine. I also went into the other spanish stores: Mango, Zara, Berska. Made my first purchase from Zara of an ADORABLE dress. Can't wait to wear it. I also got a really cute flower headpiece that I can wear at graduation, and, well, everywhere. I would've bought something much bigger and ostentatious, but they're kind of expensive, easy to make and hard to fit in a suitcase.

Today I'm heading to the Dalí Museum in Figueres. I'm really excited. Salvador Dalí is my favorite artist. Hopefully I'll have tons of pictures to add when I get back.

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THE DIVINITUS said…
speaking of Dali, i missed his exhibit in Prague... :///

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