Barcelona and random thoughts

Before you think this is going to be a gushy post about my study abroad experience and label me in with this group let me just state for the record: Yes, I did study abroad in Spain in college and I absolutely loved every second of it (except for the 2 days I was out cold from paella poisoning or something) and have dreamed about going back ever since. But this is not a post about my study abroad experience. Mainly because my pictures are stored at my parents' house and we all hate to read blogs without pictures.

So I'll throw you a bone. Here's a picture of my favorite city.

No, this is actually just a post about my ramblings. But I started daydreaming about Barcelona again when I went to see Vicky Christina Barcelona last weekend. My mom asked me as I was walking to the theater if that was the movie about the threesome. I explained to her that no, she was wrong--it was just about a love triangle. Uh...just a heads up...my mom was right on this one.

But a few scenes aside I really loved the movie and the fact that it was filmed completely in Spain. And Scarlett Johansson didn't get on my nerves as much as she usually does. By the end of the movie I even found myself identifying with her. She talks about how she has so much creativity and emotion inside of her and she just wishes she was artistic enough to express it. I can't tell you how many times I wished I could play the guitar or piano (on more than a 4th-grade level) or write a book or paint or sculpt. It's all crystal clear in my head...just doesn't seem to translate to something tangible.

Exhibit A: the canvas I have painted for the second time because I hated my first attempt and it now sits against my wall in a creative shade of black



Maybe I could just paint a blue line somewhere on it and convince people they are stupid because they just don't "get it". I love love modern art, but don't get me started on how stripes and splatter paint can be viewed as fresh and edgy.

Anyway, to round out this random stream of consciousness...I've been in Boston now for a year. ONE YEAR. And since I'm starting to get the one-year itch (this usually happens to me with apartments, not cities) I may or may not have looked at jobs and apartments in Barcelona after I got home from the movie. But don't worry, Mom. And I'm quoting you..."I can go anywhere I want...as long as I end up in Texas." :)

Or maybe I'll be headed straight back to Texas. Or maybe I'll be staying in Boston for another year.

You'll know when I know...