Barcelona Snow, Granada, and some general bitching

So not to be melodramatic or anything but sometimes I think that I wouldn't have any luck at all if I didn't have bad luck. I had a relapse of pink eye. I decided that washing the sheets was a must despite the fact that I had already turned the pillowcase inside out.

But, of course, it snowed today in Barcelona-- huge chunks--so I couldn't put the sheets out to dry without them freezing. They remain in the washer and I now have no bedsheets to sleep on tonight. The Barceloneses were so happy because of the snow though. There were crowds around the windows in the univeristy and much picture taking, 40-year-old men writing things in the snow with their feet, barbers emerging for their shops to take a photo on their camera phone of their client holding a snowball, and just a general glee swept the city.

I, on the other hand, had to walk home from the University sans umbrella. When I entered the apartment building the portero started laughing at me with my frozen hair and black-turned-white peacoat. "¿Y no te llevas paraguas?" Well no because when I left the house this morning at 11:15am it was 40 degrees and barely drizzling. I had no idea that within the hour those little raindrops would turn into little terrors of snow that would accompany me on my trek home.

Aside from pink eye, having no sheets, and getting caught in a torrential mediterranean blizzard, a few other things happened that complicated my life as well. But, I am still living. Hooray for that.

Anyway, Granada was BEAUTIFUL. I had a great time with Sophie. It's so small and cute. We walked aroud the city tons and whenever we got tired we would just duck into a tetería for some Arab tea. It was fabulous. I bought a mug and some earrings. I think by the time I leave Barcelona I will categorize Granada as one of my favorite trips.