Why Spaniards Are Gross

Buenas noches, los estados unidos!

So today was another touristy day. I saw the Catedral de Barcelona and of course it was absolutely beautiful and breathtaking. I swear I could spend all day in there just looking at the architecture. It is truly amazing.

Something that is NOT so beautiful here in Spain is the incredible amount of PDA that I have seen thus far. Let me paint a picture for you: I am walking with my friend Angie down Las Ramblas (a pretty popular street in Barca) and I look over to one of the outdoor seating areas for a cafe and there is couple sitting side by side making out. Like, they were French kissing. I saw their tongues. WHY. Why do they think it is ok to make me want to vomit while going along my merry way because they can't wait to get back to the bedroom?? I think it's bad enough in the US when I see people kiss more than a peck so I absolutely cannot handle this. But wait! There's more!

Here's another picture: I was sitting in the metro heading home from sightseeing all day. I was lucky enough to get a seat (it's harder for those betches to pickpocket you when you're sitting down, a word to the wise) and I was just observing the people around me. I look up at two people standing and holding on to the poles and they aren't making out, but they are being, like, intimate. He is holding the back of her head while kissing all over her face and neck (her eyes...he was kissing her eyes) and her eyes are closed with a smile on her face (Jesus am I writing 50 Shades of Grey?) and it literally looks like they are about to drop on the floor, light some candles, and just get it on right then and there. WHY. Seriously you are more than likely on your way home can't you just wait? Shouldn't that stuff be private? WHY IS NO ONE ELSE'S JAW DROPPED AT THIS ATROCITY? It seems that this type of PDA is normal here, which leads me to my next conclusion that Spaniards are a bunch of horndog pervs that cannot keep it in their God damned pants.

After being sick to my stomach by the soft porn I had witnessed for the day, I went to eat dinner at a restaurant with my friend. The seating area was set up like a typical restaurant with one side of the table being a booth and the other side being chairs. There were two older women at the table next to us, which happened to be the table right up against the wall. When they got up to leave, the woman next to me looked confused and kept staring at me, then my purse, then behind me, then me again. Repeat. I was like ummm what and my face probably turned red because it always does and then she asked me something in Spanish (or Catalan, because who the F really knows) and after her repeating herself a few times it turns out that her bag had disappeared. And she thought I did it. They went to get a worker at the counter and came back and they were looking and looking all while this woman kept staring at me. This was especially awful because I can't even defend myself since I don't speak the language aka I'm just sitting there looking guilty. Talk about awkward. This didn't bother as much as the fact that she was sitting against the wall and somehow her bag got stolen. I didn't see anyone go near her. This brings me to my next conclusion of possible causes for this situation:

1. She lost the bag somewhere else.
2. The bag was stolen before I sat down.
3. Harry Potter and his invisibility cloak are working in cahoots with the pickpocketers, because I didn't see a damn thing. (This probably isn't the cause, but seriously, how do they do that??)

I'm not even mad. I'm impressed. (Probably since it wasn't my bag getting stolen.)

Tomorrow I'll probably write about Spanish food and why I'm going to lose 20 lbs (fingers crossed) over the next semester. Stay tuned.

Angela