Day 8

Today marks a week of travel. I think it's safe to say I'm a tad bit tired. 

Melissa, my roommate, left for Rome this morning at 5:30 a.m. I know she was as quiet as possible, but I woke up with her and had a difficult time getting back to sleep. 6:30 a.m. and I'm up again, this time, to a thunderstorm. I finally rise at 9:00 a.m. and head to breakfast. It's certainly a different crowd downstairs this time. No loud, chattering Texas A&M students eating cereal, pineapple, and whatever other familiar and identifiable food served for breakfast. I sit alone and enjoy the quiet. I even got brave and assembled a sandwich of cheese and some sort of prosciutto-like meat. I head back to my room to blog Day 6 and 7's adventures and groan at the sound of rain. We were supposed to go on a Fat Tire Bike Tour at 4, and they skies don't look promising. 

I lounge around my room, watching CNN UK, our only english channel, and googling, youtubing and facebooking every thing and everyone I can think of. 

Eventually I gather up the courage to knock on some doors and find signs of life amongst my classmates. Apparently I'm the only one who gets up before noon...

Around 3:00, Rose, Rupal, and I head into Barcelona for some shopping! I bought a really cute top from Zara. We ventured into a few higher end shops, I really wish I had the money to spend on so many beautiful things!

We grabbed a bite to eat at my new favorite restaurant, a tapas bar I raved about in an earlier post, and caught a train back to the University. We had plans to go out tonight, but everyone else wanted to stay in, so here I am, blogging before bed.