Sunday, November 24, 2013

Epic Proportions

This week, I have raved with Parisians, eaten with the locals, been awed by Gaudi (time and again), experienced the best adaptation of a novel I have ever seen and triumphed with the Barcelonians. It has been pretty epic.

The National
In Paris, The National were playing and this concert blew my mind. We witnessed the wild side of the otherwise very restrained Parisians. The lead singer got lost in the crowd.

The National

La Boqueria
La Boqueria is the market in Barcelona and has also sorts of fun food and crazy colours - even whole pigs. Unfortunately, I was too repulsed by the smell to stop and take a snap but for the rest of the week I have had the refrain ‘this little piggy went to market’ whirring around in my wee brain.

Chocolate

Fruit and chillies


Sagrada Familia
To be honest, having seen the outside of Sagrada Familia I wouldn’t have been disappointed to have skipped the inside viewing (especially given the exuberant price). However, I spent my money and was awed by the beauty, creativity and genius that presented itself in Sagrada Familia. We only got told off for being culturally insensitive twice, though I expect there were many more times when we would have been borderline. I also got epically photobombed.


Sagrada Familia

The ceiling

The light and windows

This guy photobombed me...

The Hunger Games: Catching Fire
Now, all jokes aside… I know that for a lot of you, this may not count as a highlight or even as a legitimate way to spend my time in Barcelona, but I promise you, this movie is epic. I will even go so far as to say that it is better than the book. Great story, great cast, great script. What more could you want?

Barcelona vs Grenada
There is nothing quite like experiencing a national sport. This was no exception. The skill and ability of the players was incredible. There was also one very loud and supportive spectator. They always make me laugh. And the Hollywoods were great. They did flips and everything – to the untrained eye they could have been gymnasts. Unfortunately, I have a trained eye, so I saw them for what they truly were – football players.


The view

These guys also photobombed us...


Just as a slight aside (but continuation from last week), my jogging experiences have continued to be eventful. This week, I continued to run against the crowd. But this week it was even more noticeable. Sometimes I worry about my lack of awareness - but that was last week.

I feel like they knew something I didn't

There are lots more funny photos, but I don't want to overwhelm you but let me know if you want to see some and I'll see what I can do for you. 

Ciao for now! 

Monday, November 18, 2013

(un)awareness

There are lots of ways in which one can be aware. Here are two ways in which I was not this week.

Physically

Normally, I am very co-ordinated, graceful and aware of my limbs. I’m also not a big sleeper.

On arrival in Paris, my travelling companions kindly thought to take me to the Eiffel Tower. (I say take me because I was so tired that I almost needed a leash so they didn’t lose me).  My sleep deprivation led to me stumbling over myself on the Metro on the journey home.

 The Eiffel Tower

The Metro on a better day

I also slept through my first cinematic experience in France – but I don’t think that this was too much of a cardinal sin because the movie was in English (French subtitles).

We ventured to the Louvre on day 2 and I had to have a rest (sit down) every time a room had seats. I nearly missed my seat and landed on the floor three times.


Culturally

Paris is known for its style. Most Parisians wear neutral colours and there is a very distinctive style. I, with my purple jacket and light blue jeans, do not fit this code at all. I am a comparatively colourful character and distinctly unFrench.

I have discovered that runners in Paris always run in the same direction around a park. Without fail. I failed.

Jogging in Paris

One excerpt for my travel journal is ‘we walked toward the Pantheon and saw that… We then walked down some famous street… We then walked and found the park surrounded by houses…’ And so it continues - I’m not even kidding.

However, I think that my lack of French cultural awareness is genetic. 

I text my dear parents:

‘Today we went to the Louvre’

The Louvre


To which they replied:

“Awesome picture thanks… What is the big triangular picture of?”

I cringed a little.

Only a slightly less cynical note, it has been a great first week in Paris. Here is a taste of what we have been up to…
Sacre Coeur

Merry-go-round

A French protest

Christmas in Paris

Until next week - stay beautiful!

P.S. As an aside, and completely unrelated to everything else, I just dropped my sock in the toilet. I have no idea how.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

No Time For It.

“I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging.” The Hobbit

I want life to happen to me. I want life to wrap me up, colour me in and spit me out the other side (hopefully a long time from now). In pursuit of life, I am going on an adventure

But this is scary. There are no two ways about it. But there are two options.


Option 1 - The Sit At Home Option.

"We are plain, quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!" The Hobbit

And I do like dinner. Food gives me a great amount of pleasure.

And not just food. All my home comforts...

Rosie.

The stunning Dunedin coastline.

Storm.
(living life on the edge - not actually allowed inside but decided he was entitled)

Home.

My second home. 

My gorgeous family.


I, like everyone, would like to know the conclusive answers to the following questions (especially that last one):

"'I should like to know about risks, out-of-pocket expenses, time required and remuneration and so forth' - by which he meant: 'What am I going to get out of it? And, am I going to come back alive?'" The Hobbit

But these are things that we shall never know.


Option 2 - No Time For It. 

"'But -' said Bilbo.

'No time for it,' said the wizard.

'But -' said Bilbo again.

'No time for that either! Off you go!'" The Hobbit





FML.

Why not?

In pursuit of life - off I go.