Madrid-train-Vienna

Back in Vienna, stange but this place feels like home as well. Even though between my cousins and my grandmotehr I may loose my mind.

My mother and I took a 6 hour bus trip to Madrid from Seville which was capped by a 3 hour search for the hotel she booked which was next to the airport but not on the metro line with the airport. It was in a residential area of Madrid, actually a very nice area. But it was strange to see a hotel in a resedential area. It was a nice hotel, very modern, very chic. It was monochrone and minimalistic with shaggy carpets and a glass shower. It had a picture of Mich´s David by the beds. A touch pretentious for the area. I wonder who would go there.. there were some women that looked like they werte there on work and a couple that seemed above it all.

We went to the Prado because that is, in my opinion at least, the only thing worth doing in Madrid. I don´t mean to make a disparanging remark om something I know very little of but it wasnt my favorite city. I wasn´t very impressed with it. After seeing as much art as I have and knowing as little about it as I do seeing another masterpiece is like having another glass of water. Even though I like Goya... but than again I would.

My mom´s flight was at 6 so we rushed through the museum

sevilla

apperently there is nothing going on on easter sunday

my mom is leaving on wensday and i´m leaving thrusday night, after spending the night with a friend, for vienna maybe stop in southern france or switzerland

i have to buy sume stuff for my aunt and uncle in vienna, my uncle just became a doctor, my grandmother is also there with the, rent money/the money i will use in my travels, from our apartment in romania and off to amsterdam followed by i think paris

cordoba

So now I am in cordoba, in a rather pricy internet cafe, so i´ll offer only the highlights. From Barcalona we flew to Granada but we almost did not make it. My mom organized my whole trip and so she made all the bookings and what not. So we had a plane for 6 from Barca to Granada. We went to see Park Guell and the muisic museum. We went the the airport and were there at around 5. We were looking at the big board trying to find our flight and only after asking the information guy did we realize that what my mother thought was 6 was actually 6 and not 18. The plane had gone almost 12 hours before. We wanted to buy plane tickets for the day after but there was another flight that had been delayed for a couple hours. Waiting in line a guy from ryanair hear my mother talking romanian and decided to get us on that plane since he was Romanian. After about half an hour of back and forth we were finally through inspection.
We arrived in Granada in the middle of the Easter Parade there. Our hotel was right in the middle of the procession, on a hill. So we had to fight our way to get there. The day after my mother since childbirth had this desire to see Alhambra, the Moorsih court in the last Muslim stronghold on the iberian peninsula. So we cauually strolled up a mountain at noon hoping to get tickets. Despite the dire warnings of the voice from above in the ticket office we thought we were going to get tickets. We were in the credit card line and when were ready to pay for the tickets we realized we did not have a pin for any of our credit cards. So we went to the cash only line who´s tickets ran out before we could buy them.
We haded into town to walk around an look and the excessive amounts of Indian imports. By and by we realized that we would need more cash so we headed to a bank. All the banks in town were closed, actually all the banks are closed until Monday. So we had 50 euros cash a hotel cash only bill of 80 euros and no banks. I did not wnat to use my credit card so finally on the second day were were open to find an exchange house that gave us the very reasonable rate of 1.47...
The second day we finally made it to Alhambra albeit in the rain and waiting in line for another 2 hours at 7 in the morning. I must admit is was very worth it.
We next traveled to the rather sad city of Malaga and dipped our feet in the Mediterenian Sea.
Now we are in Corboba and headed for Saville tomorrow, Easter. Apperantly that is the place to be on Easter, after Rome of course.

I´ll write more when I have time and clean this up eventually, perhaps.

i hate tourists

almost as much as i will miss spell check by the end of this blog

i am in spain right now, in barcalona, in a hotel on their computer with my mom, i´m leaving for granada

the time on the computer is flying by and i´ve done the usual things and i´ve come to the realization, again, just how much time ui waste on the computer while at school

my mom on the other hand has come to the realization that the dollar no longer has the same repute it once did, and everything in soain is double than it is in the states

i hate tourists i absolutly cannot stand them, i hate being one, when i was in vienna i hate romanian tourists, now americans with their sneakers and ray bans and ugh, idk know why i bear them such contempt but it some how seems fitting

i have always loved the metro and i use it to guide me around the city, i hate having a map and thank god that i have a decen sense of direction otherwise i would not know where i am going

i love walking around the streets to see what people have on their balconies

i on the other hand hate going to the touristt destinations and looking at art, i like art but once in its in a museum its so stale that its not worth visiting, museums are mosuleums* for art

what else, they do have a nice fountain here which is a tourist destination to no end

it is a very beutiful city, it is defintly like the kind of place which iw ould like to live in when i am finally done with this whole education thing

i´ve made it through the first two esseys in my kant book... a whole 20 pages yes...

Been A While

Haven't updated this thing in a while, haven't had much to write.

I'm packing today and tomorrow I'm leaving for London with my mom. We are going to Spain until the 29th and after that I take off on myself. Tentatively Vienna, Amsterdam, Paris, Poland, Athens, Rome.

Maybe I'll write some more when I become bored of myself. All I'm bringing with me are some of Kant's writings his "practical philosophy." We shall see.