City Girl

Last weekend I went to Barcelona, to visit my sister, my nephew, my friends, and to be a real citygirl again. My flight from Seville to Barcelona was the worst I have ever experienced: turbulence and airbags from the very first untill the very last minute! My stomach will never be friends again with Vueling, though I realise its most likely not in their hands to get a nice and smooth flight. On the other hand, flying at 8000 meters only over land asks for trouble, so they should have requested a higher flight altitude. The rest of the journey, bus and train out to Premia de Mar, went fine and very quick, so I got to my sisters flat at about 23h, with my nephew still awake. The first thing he asked me was whether I brought him a present, so it was a little tricky to explain to him that that very night, a real special someone might well come along and bring him all the toys and candies he wishes for. We made him sing a song for ‘Sinterklaas’ (so cute!) and soon he was off to sleep. The next morning, he was pulling my blankets with first daylight, urging me to ‘come play a little’. He had all forgotten about our promised late night visitor so the surprise was even bigger for him when he saw all the toys and candies on the table. Asking Sinterklaas to bring that spiderman on the moto toy was a good bet of mine...
In the afternoon we went to La maquinista, a giant mall. They have many kids attractions on the roof, which my nephew knows about of course, so we spent alot of time there.
At night I went out with Eva Maria. We dressed up, Eva Maria in sexy tank top, me in leopard print sleeveless blouse (my sisters!!) and started the night at La Bolsa. Around 2am, we made our way to Luz de Gas. We skipped the huge queue and went in as VIP (these girls will never pay those 18 euros entrance!!) invited by a lovely new doorman called.... mmm well I forgot his name. The previous one was called Alberto though, least I still got that right!
I had alot of fun with Eva, dancing the night away!! The fishing was a little disappointing, we didnt find any interesting guys. The Italian bartender Fabio is nice, he usually gives us free drinks, and he is rather sweet and fun. And we saw the famous journalist again, we once met him in a club 2 years ago. I think he should change tanning studio though because as Eva stated out loud: his face IS orange! So at about 5 am we made our way out, and it wasnt untill 7 my head hit the pillow.


On sundaymorning my nephew was there again very early, to play. I was evil for an hour or so keeping my eyes tightly closed so he got all upset telling my sister he couldnt get me to wake up. So in the end, with my eyes open a little bit, I gave in and went to play with him and his cars again. We went for lunch at the port of Masnou, in between all the rich and famous people, to eat what I say is the best paella in Barcelona! You pay for it, but boy does it taste heavenly! My nephew was extremely sweet and funny that day talking to all the waiters in the restaurant, making everybody laugh very much. At some point, he walked up to a waiter and told him that a baby from a couple at a nearby table did not have hair on his head. He found that upsetting. When the waiter told him that my nephew himself also did not have hair on his head when he was that baby’s age, he replied that thats untrue and that he has hair at all sides of his body! He surprised us very much with out of the blue writing his name on a piece of paper. Only problem being: he writes in mirror view!


Mondaymorning it was time for me to come back to Seville. Unfortunately I did not travel alone: I caught some bug in Barcelona, making me rather sick, so I started my previous last week of the year in Seville in bed with a fever. I guess I am not such a citygirl after all..