Bohemian Lifestyle

Only eventful event today was me being diagnosed with a cold by my host mom. The cure for this? Wear socks and drink tea?

Promptly put on wooly socks and made myself tea.

And then fell down the stairs, spilling tea all over my socks.

A tragedy, I tell you.

Do your best to read the following paragraph in an Australian tone of voice.

It appears that there is a rite of passage/diaspora during the 20s for Australians. They all leave their country and bless other countries with their presence. During our Spanish travels, my Canadian friend ("Canadians, they are like the cool cousins") and I made the lovely acquaintance of two Aussie ladies.

Australian: We went to a surfing contest in Portugal, and met the hottest Canadian boy there. My stereotype of Canadian boys is that they are all hot.

Canadian: Well, they aren't all hot. I mean, you can't generalize like that about a population, that's like saying all Australian boys are hot.

Australian: But they are all hot.

Why would you leave a country like that? Anyhoo, Barcelona was magnifique. Lots of french people roaming around due to the Vacances de Toussaint.

French Man (HEAVY accent, stuttering): Um, ahem, er, Madame, do you know where..

Me: Monsieur, je parle francais. Est-ce que je pourrais vous aider? (Sir, I speak french, may I help you?)

Unfortunately aside from speaking the same language, I wasn't much help. I too am a tourist. You can't win them all.

We saw the Gaudi cathedral, various other Gaudi museums, so many chocolate stands, and THE BEST FRUIT MARKET EVER.

Ever.

Enjoy the photos, courtesy of my Canadian (eh?) friend.

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