A weekend with Charline or How I got fat

On Thursday afternoon at about 10:32 am, I met my French friend Charline at the airport and escorted her back to my house for a weekend of sightseeing and overeating.

We walked down Las Ramblas and saw a number of "street performers," including this guy who is trying to fit in, but is obviously a dull-witted white person who ran out of money while backpacking through Europe and is trying to raise some funds in order to continue his "European adventure."

Charline was homesick so we skyped with Jen for a while and were impressed by the special effects on her camera.

3 tassles, 2 shoes.

Instead of taking pictures of myself, I did the next best thing, have someone else take pictures of me.

Ray-Ban ad+1.

Park Güell

We visited all the popular tourist destinations and made sure to make fun of the dumb Americans taking too many pictures/making fools of themselves while we did the same.

Montjuïc via the ski lift.

Char.

I prefer the view of the industrial port to that of the city.

Arc de Triomf(Parisian rip-off)

Char and I go to the movies.

One of my roommates(Judith), she's German.

We indulged in a number a culinary creations. (not to mention the number of baguettes we ate do to Charline being French, and baguettes being irresistible.)

We started off with something light/healthy.

Then I made some Chicken Tikka Masala with Basmati rice that turned out to be quite good.

Some mango, yogurt, and granola mixture that looks less appetising than it was.

Then Charline wanted to make cookies, so we made a batch of about 53.

I proceed to eat the cookie dough

Then my stomach hurt

Then I ate about half of the finished cookies, which resulted in more stomach aches.

And then Charline went back to Granada, and I was left wallowing in my 10 pounds of recently accrued excess fat.

Fête, Chez Moi

In order to foster Spanish/American ties, I decided to hold a soirée at my new place. Of course these events don't always go as planned, and let it be said that mine was no exception. The night progressed in a steady fashion, only to climax upon the rising of the sun. The beginning of the end is where this tale comes to an end.

Photos courtesy of attendee Albert.

Punch and cookies were served.





Tension???

Now I must prepare for a number of friends and family who will grace me with their presence over the next month or so.

Bisous

Tant Pis Pour Toi!

Modeling Career????

As some of you must already know, I'm pursuing a "career" in modeling in Barcelona this summer. I'm not one to consider modeling a career, but if it means I can make enough money to stay here and pursue more interesting career options, then I'm all for it.

Here are some semi professional photos my friend Shay(Merci beaucoup mon chère) took for me a couple weeks back in Granada. Comments/critiques??

Barcelona, Take 1

I left Granada in a rush and miss it as much as I miss Ojai(ambiguity??)

We had a bougie dinner and got dressed up for the occasion. It was "nice" to say goodbye to all of my fellow UC students... Miss you already Jenny/Aarony

Goodbye kisses and hugs were performed en masse.

I plan to spend anywhere from 3 months to an indefinite amount of time in Barcelona. With no school to keep me "busy," I have amassed a number of things to do to keep me busy. They include but are not limited to the following: reading, painting, gym ratting, cooking, social networking, traveling, skyping, hosting, and "working."

My new closet

Summer reading

I can now sleep confortabily on my big bed without having to assume the fetus position.

Updates in the near future on my social life/lack of.