The majority of my day after Christmas, I did close to nothing. Sore and tired from the previous days’ adventure left me wanting to stay inside and play video games. That night however, I found out that my dad had a decent camera and lens package so on the 27th, I went on a bit of a photo shoot. I walked Montreux for around six hours, taking pictures of everything:
On the 28th, I had a deja vu of Christmas; waking up at 6a.m. to be on a train by 7a.m. This time was a little different though. After the hour long morning train, instead of buying a ski pass, we bought boat passes. We took a little ferry from Lausanne to Evian. When we arrived, we walked the town a little bit and ended up at his friends house. We had a delicious lunch with this couple and their four kids. Afterwards, we went to see a photography expo on animals. Although some photos were interesting, overall I thought it was boring show; many of the pictures I felt lacked creativity and feeling. It was nice going out in the town though, it was also nice going out with people my age interested in the same kind of things. Only problem was the language; not as fluent as I wish I could be. We took the boat back, followed by the train, the walk, and pretty much called it a night.
Thursday, Dec, 30, started off much the same. 6am: wake up, 7am: train, then, with the wonderful choice in transportation there is in Europe, we decided to go by plane. Off to Barcelona, Spain we went. Arriving at the airport, we waited for our third companion to show, Cristina. she was another friend of my fathers’ and we would be spending the next few days including New Years with her and her family. When she arrived from Palma, we first got on a bus to leave the airport to go to the city. Once dropped off, we took a cab to an apartment. We were pretty much renting out a flat in downtown Barcelona. We dropped off our stuff and then continued on to buy the next few days’ necessities. Once our grocery shopping was done, we cooked a little dinner and because as I came to understand it, it was siesta time, we just hung out until around 10pm. Then, about to fall asleep, she tells us it’s time to go and party a little. We take a metro downtown, walk around gawking at the tourist attractions and meet up with her sister, nephew, and nice. We walked around a little more finally coming to a wine bar where we spent the night sipping champagne and getting to know our new friends. Going to sleep at around three in the morning, I had no idea what to expect for New Years.
I woke up a little late on the 31st; the bed I was sleeping in was super comfy. We didn’t do too much during the day; a few errands, went to a few cafes, not to exciting. Then like the day before, around nine I start getting tired. Cristina has been telling us that new years here isn’t that special and people don’t really do anything for it here but that we’d go out to some fancy place and spend it there with some friends and her sister. I felt a little disappointed yet not fully trusting her lack of enthusiasm. Once again, at around ten, we took off to the streets…
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