So, it’s Friday yo! What better way to spend it then a late night (Spanish style) dinner, a la Japanese sushi with my French brosef. International up in this!
I have totally rejected my blog for the last week on an account of I have been pretty busy with all of life’s great responsibles (I know I spelled that wrong, TPB reference) . No excuses, though. This blog is still really new for me (I used to blog on this url but that was like 1000 years ago) so I hope I haven’t lost any readers from my lack of effort. Sooooo, I am going to revisit this past week in this post and fill ya’ll in, in what I hope is exciting (We’ll see).
Ok, so last Friday was my last post. I actually had an epic night last Friday night that ended around 5 am in Placa Catalunya, having street beers on a bench. BUT, I (or Apple) totally suck and I ended up deleting a bunch of pics. Really p’d about that, but I will make do. Basically it started out – No, I am not going to even tell because with no pics, it’s totally pointless. Wow I am getting really mad that I deleted those pics (grr). Great, and now there is a baby crying in the cafe.
I did go for a killer dinner with some friends that were visiting from Estonia. We had paella at this place on the beach called Salamanca. It was AMAZING! Thank god I posted pics on Instagram and Twitter, so I stole them back from there to show you. This place has literally been around for like 30 years, it’s really well known in Barcelona for the best paella, and although so many places say that, it actually is. Expensive, but so worth it. Oh, they also had a board with all these different currencies, I saw no Canadian dollas *sad face*.
The restaurant, itself, is a real gem. Really old-school Spanish dining style, and the cool thing about this place is it has small frame pictures covering every square inch of the walls. And for good reason I suppose. The long-time owner, whatever his name is, has pictures of 100’s of celebs that came there to dine. Honestly I didn’t know who so many of them were (must be a Euro thing) but I did manage to snap a pic of a frame right beside my seat, with Shakira. I don’t care about Shakira or her music but it was still cool. We has some awesome food, wine and beer and then headed over to this great cafe/dessert bar where they had the craziest desserts. Don’t have pics of those (anymore) but they were awesome. I will definitely go back another time, I don’t even remember the name (starts with a B?) but it’s great. Now it’s time to salivate…
If you didn’t know (I didn’t), Barcelona football team won a champion cup. I know, I should have known, but I have enough things to pay attention to in my life and not to mention I have the attention span of a 2 yr old. Anyway. I went to the store to buy groceries and I guess they were having a parade in Barca where the team rides around on a bus so everyone can see them/the cup. They sure love the sport here, I tell ya. When leaving the store, the madness of people and flags was right between me and my way home, so I had to brave it. Bad idea. I was stuck in a not-moving crowd and this huge lady behind me was rubbing up on my badonk, it was super startling. THEN, a fight broke out right in front of me and I thought I was going to get punched in the face. I didn’t, but someone knocked into me and broke three of my eggs. That was a good time. Hey, I got a free flag so it’s all good.
The ending to this massively weak, week summary, was last night. My buddy from France is staying at my flat and he made an amazing French dinner of crepes with some amazing fillings. It was so good. We went to the store, bought a ton of food and had a cooking party in my too-small-for-3-people kitchen. We made it work, though. We jammed to Buena Vista Social Club and cooked up a storm. Made the crepes from scratch, red wine, and made the fillings – Smoked salmon, jamon (ham), chicken, sauteed mushrooms and onions, tomato, chorizo, cheese, seasoned cream, nutella… I think that’s it haha. It was bomb. After we stuffed ourselves silly, we hung out on the couch, smoked cigarettes to ease the fullness, and watched Gordon Ramsey’s Kitchen Nightmares (my current tv obsession). Not too bad for a Wednesday night! I’m currently on a no-drinking month so I didn’t indulge in the red. Once June 1st hits (there is an epic party at a weed club), I will be back on the booze, responsibly, of course (challenge, accepted).
And today? Nothing too exciting, been working like a beotch to prepare for a new internet marketing/copy writing job, as well as get caught up with some other sites. The life of a computer girl (not saying geek like so many people do, who aren’t, because I am not). I’ve been working out a lot and for some reason have been soo tired everyday. I took it to Facebook to ask my health friends if they knew why, and they gave me lots of tips. I will actually write about that this week, because the tips were great and I am really trying to master this health thing (to balance out the ciggs, naturally). I do something I don’t usually do, and took a selfie of how tired I look today. I never smile in pics because I always look Asian (I am not) so this is my half-ass smile. I finally hauled my ass out of the house and now sit at a cafe with some strong coffee and civilization. It’s helping for sure but I would really like to figure out why I am so damn tired. Another day 🙂
I know other things have happened in the last week but unfortunately my memory does not exist and relies on pictures. Pathetic, I know. Now I have a serious urge to read the Teen Mom 2 news on some lame gossip site. I am ashamed, so no need to tell me so.
Thanks for reading and I will work on not neglecting the blog duty. All in good time the habit will come 😉
…Need I say more? I have to admit, this title holds little relevance to the actual experience I will soon tell, but I will keep this title simply because I think it’s funny and awesome. Saying “thug lyfe” no longer reminds me of 2Pac or gangster rap, but of cold beer, bitches and barbecues. Wait, that didn’t come out right… On with it.
The part of the title of this post that DOES hold relevance, is the Bosnian part. And the sheep balls and liquor. Good thing, because if this title was completely irrelevant, well, that would just be ridiculous.
Since my lover happens to be from Bosnia, I get lots of chances to delve into his culture and experience fascinating things. This day of May 1st, which also happens to be an international European holiday (May Day), was one of the most interesting Bosnian experiences thus far. We had a great start – Lots of friends and family in the Spanish countryside, with a whole roasting lamb and lots of beer. Good start, indeed.
As the first of us gathered there early that morning, around 10 am, we enjoyed some Italian grappa in the surprisingly hot sun, lounging in the grass while the fire started to smolder. One of my favorite things to do while fairy-like frolicking amongst the green, is make daisy crowns. I feel really old-school, like a hippy badass from the Dazed and Confused movie, or something. My hope for fulfilling that cliche was totally ruined by the fact that my daisy crown was a total fail. Honestly, the daisies were too small. And my hands were sweaty. I was drunk. Blah.
After getting over my hippy poser-ness, by moving to the next cliche and smoking cigarettes, quietly, in a somewhat-of-a-corner with my hands in my pockets, I was ready for some Bosnian action. In this case, by action, I mean food action. When these guys cook, they don’t mess around. We had the hardcore, old school men, manning the fire and slicing up every part possible of the little bah-bah blacksheep. Waste none! When I say every part, I mean two very specific parts: The liver, and the balls. Yep. Balls.
Now, I don’t know if it was the early morning grappa and beer, or the aroma of culture in the air, but something strange came over me at this moment. As the first parts of the lamb were being served onto the rustic picnic table, I nodded to my fellow senorita, and decided: This is the day, I will try lamb liver and lamb balls. And that’s exactly what I did. I started first with the liver, which I have never tried before, and I found it rather off. Ok, it was nasty. Just not my thing. Feeling brave and oh-so culturally sound, I picked up a slice of the fire-roasted ball, and ate it. I wish I could say I enjoyed it…but…it was intensely odd and not so appetizing. The texture was really soft and chewy and…Ok, I’ll stop there. I started describing this to people and they almost punched me.
This very unique taste-testing experience was probably the highlight of my day, the most outrageous, anyway. When the lamb was eventually roasted, I did give it a try, although I wasn’t a huge fan of that either. I am generally not one for meat, or weird meat at that. I thought ahead and brought myself a faggy little salad I made at home. As I say that, one meat dish that is very native to Bosnia comes to mind – Chevap. It’s basically pork, beef and spices in the form a little sausages. They are amazing and definitely one of my favorites.
Other than eating and drinking lots of beer (conveniently stored in the water fountain, for optimal freshness), the day was spent hanging out in the grass in the hot sun. I had more than a sunburn on my shoulders, I guess that will teach me for refusing sunblock in an attempt to “burn, then tan”, as the Swedish do. Not such a wise choice. I have yet to mention, we were picnicking at a beautiful monastery, and since we were deep in the country, it genuinely looked like a scene out of The Godfather I. The mountains and never-ending green, with the semi-exotic tress, just like when Al Pacino was rippin’ it up in Sicily. That’s what I thought, anyway.
At some point, the fun had to end and the sun had to set. We eventually piled into the car before our last cigarettes, strapped ourselves in and prepared to return back to reality. This wonderful May Day created new friends, new experiences and some tender sunburns. But it was well worth it!
After what seems like two full weeks of rain (an exaggeration, of course), I am really starting to feel like I am living in London again. It has been dark, wet and dreary in, what is usually, sunny Barcelona for the past five days, and according to my iPhone weather app, today will be the last of it. I can only hope, anyway! I try to look on the bright side and remind myself that Barcelona, on average, only gets about 55 days of rain a year, so without days like today, we could have a real water crisis on our hands!
Since the weather here has been anything but lively this last week, I find it very hard to stay motivated when it comes to writing. I guess my brain just kind of slows down. That, and I guess it doesn’t help that it’s Monday, which usually makes no difference to me but it was quite a hardcore weekend of socializing, drinks and dancing around the city.
I don’t want to classify myself as one that would have a “Case of the Mondy’s”, so I have decided to turn Monday into a continuation of “Sunday Funday”. Of course, my responsibilities return amidst the beginning of a new week, unlike that of Sunday, but in spirit I am choosing to make Monday a Funday. While I’m at it, I may as well do the same for Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. It’s all about your perception and attitude, right?? 🙂
So, because of my sudden shift in attitude (which literally occurred while writing this), I have decided upon a new Monday blog tradition: Summarizing my weekend! It makes great sense since I really do not write on Saturday or Sunday, and my weekend are usually pretty eventful. Let’s get to it, shall we?
The favorite day of the week for many, Friday is when people shake the stresses of the week, whether that means relaxing at home or having some drinks with buddies. Me? I tend to go for the second option, and this Friday was no different. The rain was definitely coming down hard that night, but with a cozy flat and some great people around you, that fact is soon forgotten! Oh, and how could I forget, lots of cava, beer and wine :). This Friday was not a typical one, as I managed to go home relatively early in the hopes of a fresh start Saturday morning.
Impressed with my early-to-bed decision on Friday, I was up at a decent hour on Saturday morning. Of course, the weather was in no way impressive however did not want to use that as a reason to stay in all day. After some relaxing and a good (late) breakfast, I headed out with my partner in crime to hunt down an awesome dim sum spot in the Borne area of Barcelona. I was really excited for this, since I hadn’t had dim sum for quite some time. We arrived in good time, an hour early for the start of dinner but that worked out well, as this place is seriously busy after 7pm. A few wines and beers later, while translating all the dim sum dishes from Spanish to English, we had worked up quite an appetite (and a bit of a buzz!). Let me tell you, this dim sum, was amazing. To make this place even better, they have an extensive list of expensive import beers that were dirt cheap. No wonder this place is so popular! You are probably wondering what this place is called, and don’t worry, I won’t leave that out. The place is called Mosquito and it’s located at Carrer Carders, 46, Barcelona 08003. If you live in this great city or are planning to visit, this is definitely a pit stop you should be making! It has a great atmosphere, unbelievable food and great beer. If you venture to this hole-in-the-wall, I strongly recommend the duck (anec) dumpling!
As you can imagine, I left feeling full and a bit drunk, and the night was only getting started. While I didn’t realize how late it was when I went for dim sum, I quickly realized when I had to head out to meet some friends at 9 pm… and go eat Mexican food. Oops. I was convinced that I was not going to eat anything after my dim sum feast, but that changed after we waited for our table for an hour, with a few more drinks in hand. The food was great at Rosa Negra, I would definitely recommend the pineapple and chicken quesadilla, but stay away from their shrimp cocktail… It was a huge disappointment. I guess it’s worth mentioning that Rosa Negra’s claim to fame is there €3.50 mojito. It’s strong and seriously good! The restaurant has a great atmosphere and authentic decor as well, which always makes the experience a little better.
The night continued on after our Mexican fiesta, into a few more bars and pubs, sipping on some quality wines and vodka. Nothing overly note-worthy happened so I will not go into details, however I did meet a really cool Canadian girl who was travelling here, and she ended up hanging out with my friends and I.
If you live any sort of lifestyle like mine, you can probably guess my Sunday wasn’t very eventful. And you would be right, it really wasn’t. Slept until 12pm, neglected doing any laundry and lounged on the couch watching Kitchen Nightmares. It wasn’t in any way exciting but it was definitely what I needed – Some final relaxation at the end of the weekend. As much as I love fun-filled party weekends, I think this next weekend I am going to step away from the booze and spend some time adventuring around my lovely city. Next Monday you will likely read a very different weekend summary, so I hope you look forward to that, like I look forward to writing it!
Thanks for reading this filler article-turned article tradition! Have a great Monday and a great week! I have a feeling I will feel very differently about Monday after tonight, as I have to go to IKEA (my least-favorite place in the world). Maybe I will save my IKEA rant for another day, though. Peace out, party people!