Gelato & an Antique Market

Now that I've finished telling you about our shenanigans in Belgium I can finally tell you what we've been up to in the months since we've been back. In early January we were still located at the hotel (such a dreadful place, might I add) and the weekend after we got back from Belgium we decided to do some exploring. During our stay in the hotel we noticed that every Sunday there were tons of people walking to the left of the hotel, Mike thought they were all church goers, but I said they might all be going to a farmer's market of sorts. So we decided to see what all the hubbub was about and it turned out that I was right - as always *smirk*, well okay I wasn't 100% right. Behind the restaurant called Cafe Belgrado that was adjacent to the hotel there happened to have been an antique market that took place every Sunday, not a farmer's market. So there wasn't food being sampled or sold, whamp whamp whaaammpp, but it was enjoyable nonetheless. My touristy side kicked in and I took heaps of pictures, I'll post them below. There was a large variety of things to buy, but Mike and I busied ourselves with some old records that were being sold. I consider myself a bit of an old soul when it comes to my taste in music, so I was perusing through trying to look for some Elvis, The Beatles, The Beach Boys, Ray Charles, Jerry Lee Lewis, etc., and I couldn't find either of them, which I thought was strange. I found a name that I recognized and it just so happened to have been Paul Anka, and it's like how in the world do you have a Paul Anka record but not a record from someone like Elvis? Him being as famous as he was. I don't know, I could be totally wrong, perhaps Paul Anka was this big star, but quite literally the only person I know that listened to him is my mother. She's like the only person, that I know anyway. Well, apparently Paul Anka had quite the heyday when he was younger, so I stand somewhat corrected. REGARDLESS, I still found it odd that there was no Elvis or Beatles records laying around. Its funny, I was so hung up on the records and I don't even have a record player. Anyways, after we returned from the antique market things pretty much fell in to their usual ways. A few days passed by and Mike told me that we were going to be moving from the hotel to the place that we live in now (called RESA), needless to say I was more than delighted. Our living situation is muuuuuuch better now. RESA is situated on ESADE University's campus, so it's basically a dorm. But with a twist! People like us, that don't go to the university, can also stay here. So its like half dorm/half hotel. Our room size now is about the same as the hotel's room size, but it feels more homey if that makes any sense. We have a compact kitchen and fridge, closet space, storage space, the on-campus restaurant has MUUUCCHHH better food. Like holy moly. So much better. In general I guess it may not sound like much of an upgrade, but trust me...it is. So let's speed it up a bit: My birthday passed, which wasn't all that great of a celebration for various reasons, but my birthday came and went nonetheless, Mike and I got a gym membership at the Corner 4 gym on campus, I started working out every day, Valentines' Day passed, still working out every day, February ended along with my first set of classes at Post University, March began as did my second set of classes, and would ya look at that? Here we are at present day's time! Just this past Saturday Mike, myself, and one of Mike's new teammates, Philip, went down to La Maquinista (this very nice, very large outdoor mall), and we also made a stop at Plaça Catalunya so Philip could take some pictures for his "mum" (he's from Australia), and also to get some gelato. I got the Raffaello flavor, Mike got Pitufo, and Philip got Kinder flavored gelato. Raffaello is like a coconutty-white chocolate Ferrero Rocher, Pitufo is like bubblegum, and Kinder is a chocolate brand. Mike ended up not liking his Pitufo, so I reluctantly traded with him. That Raffaello was like the bomb.com. He's lucky I love him so much, if it had been anyone else I wouldn't have been so forgiving. We hopped on the train back to Sant Cugat, arrived at the station, and walked back to RESA to have some dinner. After dinner we bade Philip adieu, headed to our room, watched Coming to America and one of Eddie Murphy's stand-up comedy shows (I think it was called Delirious? or was it Raw? It was one of those two) and sooner or later we both fell asleep. On Sunday my day consisted of doing homework, going to the gym, and doing more homework. Monday was more eventful though, I woke up around 8 am, which is the earliest I've woken up in a long time, and I got ready for the day. I had some stuff to handle at our bank here in Sant Cugat, had to buy some groceries, and then I met up with Mike after his first practice and we walked around the down-town area for a bit until he had to go back for his second practice. I walked back to RESA, did some homework, met Mike for lunch, took a wee bit of a nap, and then went to the gym. I had the owner of the gym take my BMI, and I'm not exactly pleased with the results. Mike's over here with 7% body fat, and I'm just like:

Ugh. Progress, not perfection...I suppose? Anyways, now its Tuesday morning and I've got myself boat loads of homework to do today. Joy. Here are all the pictures from that antique market and pictures of the gelato at Plaça Catalunya:

xx - Amanda!