My friends and I attended a wine tasting night set up by our program. It was at this really neat little wine store that is still standing from the old city. They are the only store in Barcelona that still has barrels of wine and let people come in and fill up jugs straight from the barrel. It had such a cool vibe and the little lady who runs is was adorable. We tasted a Cava (their type of champagne), a young white wine (I know it was young because the 'legs' fell very quickly when we swirled it around the glass and it was very transparent), a young red wine and then an old red wine. The guy doing the tasting asked us what the old red reminded us of and I immediately said steak, potatoes, and green beans, broccoli, and asparagus. Immediately the entire table digressed into talking about how much we miss dinners like that, it was pretty funny. But anyways, the tasting was actually VERY informative and now hopefully I'll be able to tell which 2 buck chuck is older and which one is still young :)
(One of the original barrels)
So today almost all of the city of Barcelona was on strike. Our classes were canceled and we've staying in all day which was probably a great idea (you'll see in a minute). There are some really tough new labor reforms and spending cuts. This is the first general strike called by the unions since 2002 and they're trying to stop the overhaul of the system that is trying to lessen unemployment because they are taking large pay cuts. Only 10% of taxis were in service today, there were only a few metro trains and only during the rush hours, and there were zero buses functioning. Unfortunately it did get a little violent with 20 people injured, around 60 arrested, and a cop car was lit on fire in the center of the city. Lets hope things get resolved and that they find a happy medium.
(The first is my picture from last night of Plaza Cataluyna - the main plaza - not sure what it says since it's in Catalan; and the second is not my picture, don't worry, it's from a newspaper site)
To back up a little bit and on a lighter note, my friends and I met some Spanish guys (they're 20) a few weeks ago and have become pretty good friends with them. They come out with us and make us speak Spanish so not only are they really fun but they're helping us all learn the language. Well last night, per usual, they came out with us. We went to this really fun local bar and our friend Paú told us he drove his vespa and that's why he wasn't going to be drinking. So anyways we carried on with our night and the wee hours of the night came around and we were trying to figure out how to get home. Some of my friends live near each other so they were going to all walk home together and my plan was to take a cab because the buses had started their strike at midnight. Then Paú me dijo <<Kathleen, no, estoy te conduciendo.>> So last night I was driven home by a Spaniard on a motorbike. I felt like Marykate and Ashely Olsen in their movie Passport to Paris (they meet some French guys who drive them around Paris on their vespas). It was, once again, such a fun new cultural experience to put in the books haha.
And then today, with no school, my roommate and I cooked our señora, Conchita, pancakes. She had never heard of them and Katie brought pancake mix and syrup here so we were the chefs for a change. And Conchita LOVED them! She called her best friend, MariCarmen, and took the extras over to MariCarmens's this afternoon...it was precious.
(Conchita on the phone with MariCarmen, my roommate Katie, and delicious American pancakes).