Lisa and Hamish came this weekend, which I was so grateful for because last week I was really missing my Barcelona life. They came on Saturday afternoon and we walked around a bit downtown. Dinner at my place, I made baked fish which was actually quite edible (I'm always afraid to make fish but it's so easy- see chocolate dipped strawberry disaster for further info on why the simplest recipes are not so simple...). We ate outside on the terrace and I brought out rosé wine and was embarrassed to realize it had a twist top. oops. I guess that's what you get for 2.50 Euros. Anyway, it was drinkable and made my super fish recipe seem MUCH more impressive than my wine selection. Then we were to meet some friends for drinks, so since buses stop running at 8:30, we'd have to walk the 30 min to the city center. This was perhaps the most surreal 30 minutes I've had:
1. We walked by a drink stand where everyone was smoking hash, including a taxi driver (this should have been a forewarning for later in the night).
2. The Pinte Pub, a bar we went past, was lined with parked HarleyDavidsons. This was not so weird as remarkable. You kind of had the feeling that if you stood there long enough, someone would get thrown through the glass window.
3. A car full of boys obviously off their heads (maybe they'd come from the drink stand in n0.1) pulled up alongside Lisa and kept saying things (incomprehensible because of my bad French or their slurred speech??). At first we tried to ignore them but they kept following us, so I delved into my vast vocabulary of retorts and insults in French and came up with "vas-y" with I think just means "Go ahead". They said, "vas-y" and laughed then drove off, so I guess it was effective. Maybe they took it as a challenge like "Bring it on!" and decided they couldn't take us. yeah, that's the ticket.
4. Lisa stepped in dog poo, where she had to stop and do a little dance twisting and dragging her foot on the dirt. which led to number 5
5. Two really drunk slurry guys saw Lisa's dance and decided they needed to come over and talk to her about it. They blocked the way but eventually we were able to cross the street when,
6. A girl sticks her head out the window of her apartment and asks for a light for her cigarette.
We finally made it to the bar unscathed (just a little poo on the shoe) and had a nice time with Ruth, who was leaving the next day to go back to Germany, and others from class. We left around closing and went to get a taxi.
7. Taxi driver was driving way too fast and on the bridge crossing over the railway tracks, he swiped an oncoming car which tore off his side-view mirror. He stopped the car on the bridge and got out to go after the other driver, but they were thankfully long gone. The rest of the trip was in silence (out of fear of the crazy taxi driver while he fumed and cursed). We got to my place and the weirdest thing of all happened:
8. The taxi driver charged me the price on the meter and did not try to rip me off! Sent shivers down my spine.
Better just go home and lock the door!
The rest of the weekend was so dull: nothing weird or threatening happened at all on Sunday or Monday.
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