I Don't Do Sadness.

     "I don't do sadness, not even a little bit. Just don't need it in my life, don't want any part of it. I don't do sadness, hey I've done my time looking back on it all, then it blows my mind. I don't do sadness, so been there. Don't do sadness. Just don't care." 
     These lyrics are from the musical Spring Awakening. I felt like they were the most fitting for how I feel. I'm ready to start blogging everyday again. I need to. I need it. I just didn't want all of these depressing posts. I was really down. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Before bed I would picture it happening even though I didn't see it happen. I remember one night I had to think about penguins, and the movie Happy Feet to fall asleep. Two nights ago the only thing I prayed for was a peaceful night of sleep. And I got. Since then, everything has been so much easier. So I'm ready to try to put this behind me...not to forget about, but to just stop dwelling on it. So here starts the blogging mania. Ready?
     Let's rewind to last Sunday. Natalie and I met at the bus station early in the morning and boarded the bus to Barcelona. When we arrived we really had no idea where we were going. We had a map but it wasn't all that helpful. We were by the Arc d'Triumph when my friend Elle called and asked where we were (a group left earlier than us). I told her on the phone (in English) that we were just going to improvise getting to the hostel. A guy overheard us speaking and asked if we would like help (in English). He was clearly American. He told us he would help us but added this, "Can you hold on a minute? I need to get some tofu." Hahaha. So of course we waited. I had a great feeling about him. And he was gay so I wasn't worried about being sold as a sex slave. So of course we waited. He came back shortly and gave us a little tour all the way to our hostel. I never asked him name so I like to refer to him as Tofu Tour Guide. Me and my alliterations. I am just such a fan. Once we got to our hostel, we checked in and since we had a private room we had to walk a block down the street to another building and climb five flights of torturous stairs (they really weren't that bad). 
      Now for my day...Natalie and I attempted to walk to the Picasso Museum when some French guys stopped us and asked for directions. They spoke no English or Spanish which made directing difficult. I did a lot of pointing. One of them was a little infatuated with me. I don't mean to sound conceited but I've never had my cheeks kissed so many times at once. He found me on facebook and I just now deleted him from my friends because he will not stop talking to me in foreign languages. He keeps commenting on all of my pictures and he tagged me in pictures of him. That's where I drew the line. Sorry bud. It's  over. Haha. Anyways, after that strange encounter, we ran into Elle, Mitchell, and Athena on the street! Isn't that crazy? I sort of had a feeling we would just bump into each other. We talked to them for a bit and then parted ways. Natalie and I then explored the streets of Barcelona by walking into little shops and asking many people for directions to the museum. We finally came across it but the line was so long that we decided not to go in. We then shopped. I bought quite a few souvenirs for my family and friends. Taylor told me to buy her something from Barca so of course I did. I hope she loves it. Don't worry Morgs, I got you something too. 
     For dinner, Elle, Nat, and I went to a Tapas bar and had a few appetizers for dinner. We had amazing mushrooms and potatoes. I loved it. The food and atmosphere were both fantastic. The three of us then walked to the Mediterranean Sea. It was cold but we dipped our feet in and then got gelato after. It doesn't make much sense, but gelato is always amazing. They actually had Mint Chocolate Chip and I about fell to the floor. It was so delicious. I was so happy. We then went back to the hostel and I took an amazingly hot shower. My shower here is not very hot and it's something I certainly miss.
     The next day we had our breakfast and then we all (all being me, Natalie, Elle, Athena, Mitchell, and Tabs) took the metro to the Sagrada Familia. We waited in a line that wrapped around the entire church. It was so worth it. The church was the most amazingly gorgeous work of art I had ever seen. It's not yet finished. 1909-? It is just so beautiful and detailed on the outside and on the inside the ceiling goes on forever and there is beautiful stained glass everywhere you look. I can't even explain how amazing it was. I could stare at it for hours on end. After our time at the church we headed out to eat for lunch. After lunch the group split up. Natalie, Mitch, and I went to the stadium. They both really wanted to see it. I could have cared less but it was important to them, so no complaints. That evening Natalie and I did some more shopping and walking in the gorgeous city at nighttime. We came back to the hostel for a bit to shower and get ready. We then met up with the others and went dancing. You know the story after dancing. I would rather not go into detail. 
     After handling things in the hostel Natalie and I couldn't waste anytime. We had to find my bank in Barcelona and it took forever because it is a bank specific to the North of Spain. It was very difficult to find, but we finally did. The lady was very nice and printed out a sheet and told me I had to go back to the police. After the bank we headed to the bus station to get me a new ticket (that was stolen as well..go figure). That couldn't have been any easier. We told the lady the problem and a minute later with no questions asked I had my new ticket. Thank goodness. I didn't need any more trouble. Now that we handled all of that crap, it was time to see the city. We got on the metro and headed straight for Park Guell. On the metro we met two American girls that are living in Madrid teaching English. The one girl told me that just two weeks ago her purse was stolen at a restaurant. It can happen to anyone. It made me feel better...I mean I felt so bad for her of course, but it made me feel like it wasn't my fault. We got off the metro a few minutes later and started the hike up to Park Guell. There were escalators in the street because it was so steep! Once we got there we could see that it was so worth it. The park was gorgeous. They also had the ANTM finale runway there. The season where Caridee wins (if anyone was curious!). After the park, we headed to see the building that Antonio Gaudi designed. There were absolutely incredible. We went into one and it was amazing. The roof made me feel like I was in some sort of magical land. Like a foreign game of chess actually. That sounds so strange, but that's what it was like. 
     After sight seeing, we headed back to the hostel to get some sleep. We then went to the police station so I could file another report with details of how much money was stolen from me. We were there for an hour or so and ate dinner as we waited. We all went back to the hostel. Natalie and I gathered our things and headed straight for the bus station. We made it home the next morning at 5:30 am. Wednesday was awful. I was on skype the entire day sobbing to my mom. My poor mom. I've put her so much stress throughout this awful experience. But I need her. It's so difficult. I feel so lonely sometimes...and now with this. But she helped me through it. 
     On Thursday I handled things at the police station and the bank and then headed to school. I came home after school to talk to my family some more before heading to theatre rehearsal. I didn't get much sleep because Brandi and I were talking so late. But I didn't mind. Friday was much better. School was incredible boring but I came home and made the batter for buckeyes. Then around 10:15 Merche, Maite, and I went to a friend's house for dinner. We stayed until 2 am. It was fun. Everyone asks me so many questions about me and my life and my culture. It's really nice to have that. Today I finished making the buckeyes with Athena. Good news: They're amazing! Everyone loved them. I took a really long nap this evening and then some of the Pamplonians came over for a little bit. They about two hours ago. I need a night to myself now. I'll be up late just doing what I want. Tomorrow I am looking forward to going to church. I'll be so happy to just be back. I need it right now. 
     I'm surprised at how quickly I am getting over this traumatic experience. It's still hard, but I'm pulling through. I'm hanging there the best that I can. No day but today. Besos.