Once again, I have fallen off the wagon with the blogging. Seriously, people, this work/life balance thing is freaking tricky!
To start: yup, I got tricked by a gypsy in Sevilla — into giving up 20 euros! Ah, what a naive sucker I am when taken out of the big city! (This would NEVER have happened in BCN!!) It was no big deal, really, she just basically did a walk-by palm-reading and then demanded that I pay her for it — freaking sneaky, right?? I tried to give her 2 euros, but NO!, that wasn’t enough for our supposedly-pregnant gypsy-thief sneaky-lady! She said she could make change, so I thought, okay, sure, I’ll give her 5. But I only had a 20. Which I trustingly gave her, thinking she would make change. But NO! As soon as she had the 20 in her hand, she got all “it’s 10 euros per palm, everybody knows that!” and the sneaky gypsy lady took my freaking money! And wouldn’t give it back! Gah!! I was so irritated, but what are you gonna do? Punch a sneaky pregnant gypsy lady in broad daylight? Obviously not. So, yeah, I had to walk away and think, somehow, this is going to be good karma — right? And maybe the sneaky pregnant gypsy lady needed that 20 euros more than I did. Right? Right???
So that’s how I got robbed by a gypsy. Sucker.
That said, Sevilla was beautiful! What a fabulous little city! And man, what a difference from Barcelona. It felt like, I don’t know, REAL Spain, or something — flamenco (oh! the flamenco! I never knew how damn sexy it was!!), tapas f’real, plazas, sunshine, nice people, TONS of sangria… It was delightful. Except for the getting robbed by a sneaky gypsy lady part, it totally rocked. I went with Matt, Blanca and Ben, and we commented repeatedly just how much we liked the city. The only truly odd thing about it (other than sneaky pregnant gypsy lady) was that everything seemed to shut down by midnight. Having been thoroughly spoiled by a city that never really shuts down, it was shocking to realize that after dinner, when we wanted to go to a bar… yeah, there really weren’t any. Odd.
And then came Becky and her Beau (named Ben)! I met them at the airport on Sunday morning, and we spent the day wandering around by the beach, and then going out for delicious paella that evening. Monday I had a group meeting, so met them in the evening to cook dinner at my house, and we had SUCH a good time, just sitting around the kitchen, listening to music, drinking cava, eating awesome homemade real food (hurray Becky!), and laughing our faces off. Needless to say, I approve of Beck’s new dude, and it’s crazy delightful to see her so very happy.
Obviously, it was quite a weekend, and now I’m back to reality, and picking up where I left off with my various existential crises. The good news is that I seem to be making progress in that department. I discovered a PERFECT internship in Portland, for which I am currently procrastinating writing my cover letter, but am super excited about. It’s green, it’s cutting edge, it’s Portland — what more could a girl ask for?? Also, I just had my (admittedly, very odd) interview with GS in NYC, and yeah, that could also be cool, in a very different way. I mean, of course, it would be incredibly sexy to put them on my resume, and might well be an ideal strategic maneuver for the ol’ CV, and would be great to live with Mary and Doug and the kiddos, but my interviewer (who essentially let me interview him) made me think that any monkey off the street could do the job, and it might not be the best use of my shiny new MBA skill-set. Hm. But like I said, GS would be wicked sexy on my CV, so we shall see.
That brings us to now. I got my ass kicked by a presentation in Finance yesterday, but actually, I think it went really well, and at least it’s over. I will now proceed to have my ass kicked by 2 more weeks of school, and then on to exams and muchÃsimos invitados, and then, yeah, either NY or Portland, I hope. Man, it’s been a fast year! I can’t believe the first year of my MBA is almost over!!! That’s CRAZY! (I’m Brian Fellows?)
Apologies that I don’t have any Sevilla pics yet, by the way. Ben and Matt took SO MANY effing photos this weekend, that I felt it would be redundant to take any more (plus, who would Blanca hang out with if I joined in the photo-fest the boys were having??), but I haven’t yet had a chance to steal any. I’ll get on it though, promise.
In the meantime, a word to the wise: don’t let yourself be hoodwinked by a sneaky pregnant gypsy thief lady in Sevilla! Watch out! They’ll getcha!!
Aw man, I thought you got, like, pickpocketed by a sneaky gypsy child. But she was even more sneaky than that!
Who’s Brian Fellows?
And yay!!!! Barcelona in 18 days! I can hardly believe it. Have you planned our itinerary yet? Heehee.
St00pid wants to know wot GS means.
Sorry, Roel! GS = Goldman Sachs. And Laura: Brian Fellows = one of my alltime favorite characters on SNL!
I believe we had the gypsy talk before you left for Spain. That’s why it’s always good to carry a book with you to beat them with when they start screaming and touching you.
But don’t let them make too much of a scene, that’s how they distract people and go in for more. Ask them to call the police if they make a stink. If the police aren’t in on the scam with them, they’ll usually side against the gypsies.
Stinking gypsies.