My fantasy football team won.

It's almost 2 am and everyone else went to bed but I don't feel like sleeping so I'll finish adding anything else I may have had to add right now. 

I've been told that after the initial excitement of moving into a new city and after everything starts to settle down you realize you miss home a little bit and start feeling some form of homesick. And yes, in every stereotypical sense of the term, I am feeling a little homesick. It initially started yesterday with what is supposed to be the most exciting Sunday of every September....

SUNDAY FOOTBALL!!! Yes! I was so excited!!!! Jets vs Cowboys! Giants are going to get humiliated by the Redskins! Steelers Ravens, going to be a diesel game!!! SO much to look forward to!!!

Only to realize that none of the boys here actually care about football. (Sorry D, Alex, Sibley... but you don't.) And only one bar in this whole city shows any games. And neither of those games were Jets games. So I was batting  one and a thousand and really wanted to be eating nachos and drinking pitchers with my idiot friends at Baseball Tavern. Or sitting on my couch with my brothers yelling at each other about whose fantasy team sucks more. Either would do. But being in Barcelona, none of this is possible. Which is why, strangely enough, I am feeling homesick. 

But that's ok. Life goes on. 

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In order to keep myself busy and not focus on all the negative things about missing home, I was forced to continue living the fake life I've been living. De Lis Group (love you guys) set me and las chicas up with some complimentary manicures/pedicures at the fabulous Pink Peony Salon on the trendy fashion-y street I always talk about that Morgan Brown is going to have a field day on. Since we were nursing hangovers from the night  before, Drew and Pedro felt the need to provide us endless glasses of champagne at like 4 pm. Here is a photo of me and Barbara being pampered by the highly recommended salon Pink Peony:

(Notice my Jets shirt... tear)

On a side note, the owner of the salon was one of the NICEST women I have ever met... She grew up in the Philippines, moved to San Francisco, lived in NY<3 for a few years, and ended up in Barcelona with her salon. It seems like everyone that comes to Barcelona once always comes back- for good. 

Anyway, this is Pedro looking fly as hell getting his manicure on:

Face of an angel.

After I left, feeling like a princess and whatnot, we went to watch our first NFL sunday at the Irish bar showing the football games- George Payne's. I have to say, it was a pretty cool bar and I enjoyed it very much..

No, it was not prime stadium seating bbqing and boozing with the Warwick boys; it was not a Sunday cleaning the lodge and discovering calculus; it was not a Sunday Funday bowling at Kings and watching the games; it was not spent eating wings at Baseball Tavern or Lir... and yes I miss doing these things all of my amazing friends back in beantown very very much. But, it was my very first NFL Sunday Funday in Barcelona and it was a pretty good one.

I ended up staying out with Alex and Sibley til like 2 am eating Spain's version of nachos and wings, and drinking Spanish beers. Waking up for class yesterday sucked. Majorly. And I almost fell asleep in Spanish Culture. But, you win some you lose some.

Conveniently last night in the midst of my homesick-ness, last night the boys decided it was time for a family dinner. Jordan made a delicious salad and (shockingly) Alex and Sibley cooked this unbelievable pasta with meat sauce sauteed with pepper onions garlic etc etc so good I stuffed my face. Can't believe they are more domesticated than I am. Well actually, yes I can technically believe it because I'm not very domesticated at all but maybe they can teach me.

 I woke up this morning with two great surprises: 1- My fantasy football team won ! and 2- My Uncle Lutek is in Barcelona from Israel and I was going to get too see him! Woo!
I also woke up not homesick-ey anymore. It's a nice feeling when you get to see family members in unexpected parts of the world! Anyhow, I had a really great day enjoying the city in the quiet of my own company. After seeing my Uncle briefly I got myself lost and walked around the area of his hotel for a few hours; grabbed tapas outside on a side street and people watched; window shopped, etc. It was a peaceful and enjoyable day. It still amazes me how beautiful this city is.

I just woke up from a 2 hour siesta so I should really go do something productive. Maybe work out. Maybe read. Probably just sit here being useless though. Hasta luego people,
Yarden

PS. I told you all I'd tell you the story of how I became a Denio. Morgan pointed out that I forgot to write it. But now it's not coming naturally. So I'll ask her to write a brief explanation or something.

PPS. I really miss my puppies <3333