No hablo espanol!

After a small stint in the hospital, I arrived in Barcelona. Oh... wait... you want to know about that pesky hospital thing? Well I had all day to kill in the Athens airport so around lunch time I decided to have a sandwich. Not less than 20 minutes after finishing the sandwich I had extreme stomach cramps and hot flashes. I ended up getting food poisoning which about an hour and a half in, led to a panic attack. I was taken to the airport hospital where they gave me all sorts of medication (who knows what...) and got me in tip-top shape for my flight. Thank god I had all day!

The last few days I've felt a little sick to my stomach, but I've tried to push through. Luckily Anya had an overnight flight and has needed time to rest too. Last night, we went out for some of the most delicious wine I've ever had... and STRONG. Two glasses in we were feelin' tipsy and had the great idea to go see Eclipse!! (Don't judge me.) Anya was convinced it would be in English, and I knew better... Sure enough the Spanish Eclipse started and it only took about 30 minutes for it to be no longer fun, and we left, in search of more wine.

While in Barcelona, I find myself feeling really really bad that I can't speak Spanish. I know a little... a few basic phrases... but not enough to have a true conversation with anyone. In Turkey and Greece I never felt bad. Of course I wished I could speak Turkish and Greek, but I never felt as if I should seriously apologize for it. I consistently feel robbed by the fact I was never really exposed to another language. It's one thing to hear it in a classroom but it's completely different to have people to speak it with... Another part of me feels really lucky that English is my primary language. It truly is the language that binds multiple cultures. For example, at a table over today there was a German couple speaking to a Spanish waiter, and their way of communication was through English. So am I lucky or cursed? I haven't decided yet...

Tonight for dinner we went to a Turkish restaurant. Delicious!! Also, Anya and I shared a pitcher of Sangria... which is a little too much for two... We cancelled or plans of finding another spot and decided to go home, and rest up for a long Saturday filled with sightseeing, shopping, and more wine. :)