That title is a complete lie.
It’s Saturday night and I should be celebrating my arrival to Barcelona by getting white-girl wasted on sangria, screaming “WOOO BARCELONA!” and making out with overly perfumed Spanish men.
But honestly, I am so tired that if I went out and someone tried to speak to me, drunk me would probably punch them in the face and demand to be taken home. My decision to stay in is really a public service to the people of Spain.
Instead, I am on Craigslist. And not the fun kind of late night Craigslist browsing where you read through the personals section because nothing is funnier than posts like, “Jewish, let’s text (33)” and “LOOKING FOR POLISH WOMAN FOR FOOT WORSHIP – m4w (61)”. No friends, none of that. Tonight, I am apartment hunting.
I’m currently living with a host family, and have two weeks to find my own apartment. Which wouldn’t be difficult if I weren’t such a damn brat.
I am looking for a one bedroom apartment in the city center, within walking distance to the University, with lots of natural sunlight and a balcony, and I want it all for under $500 (bills and WiFi included). I might as well ask that Cristiano Ronaldo and a pony come included with the apartment, because either way it’s just not happening.
Stay tuned for an upcoming post titled, “Homeless in Barcelona: At Least it’s Warm”
