A few Barcelona/MBA/Personal discoveries and thoughts:
-I have ADD. It seems to have developed post-undergrad.
-L’Auberge Espagnole was great, but it didn’t come close to doing this city justice. (speaking of, I am looking forward to seeing Woody’s Barca film.)
-I would rather drink Kenyan tap water than the stuff that comes out of the faucet here. I hardly believe its potable.
-10% of Barcelona is covered by parks.
-I am the only blonde in the MBA class. This happens to be the first time in my life I am a minority…and I’m LOVING it.
-I have been driven to hiding my cheese under the sprouts in the salad bar line…otherwise, the Nazi at the till charges me twice as much for lunch. (I am fine readily admitting this...I've recently discovered that it's normal procedure for many other well-advised students).
-In Spain, it’s ok to go to dinner at midnight, but showing up at 12:30 is just a bit too late.
-Red bull doesn’t "give you wings", it gives you the shakes.
-In b-school- in Barcelona- it’s easy to forget that the world (economy) around us is crumbling…and hopefully by the time we graduate and have to get jobs, the world will be in a better state than it is now.
-Earwigs can lay eggs, propagate, and live within the pits of peaches (yet another interesting experience with *Aramark*, the school’s catering service- which, by the way, also does prisons.)
-I definitely have A.D.D.
-Maybe I don’t want to go into consulting, after all. Then again, maybe I do.
Maybe if I were allotted more time than a month's deadline to figure it out, I would have a clearer idea of what to do with my life.
-Every skeptic, disparager, and doubter was right- and it pains me to admit it- but relationships do not last in Business School- no matter how much love is involved.
-Just because you are good at math, it doesn’t mean you will be good at statistics.
Quite the opposite actually.
-Speaking Spanish with a lisp isn’t so unnatural after-all.
-I can still party like a rockstar…until Monday morning comes along.
-There are still people in the Western world who have never "met" a Jew.
-Public holidays are Gods gift to MBA students.
-Blackberry Messenger is dangerous. Especially after a few drinks.
-I will never shed the “American” stereotype- despite how American or un-American I am. And unfortunately, this is a result of the ignorance of others- and has nothing to do with myself.
-I hate public transportation. Especially in the rain.
-Sangria is too sweet.
-It is possible to live in this city and never speak a word of Spanish. Which is a shame.
-It’s not about what you know, it’s who you know. Just like everywhere else in the world.
-Long-life milk should really make its way into U.S. supermarkets. It’s lasted more time than anything else (perishable or un-perishable) in my fridge.
-And finally, the story of Gaudi’s untimely death;
The story of the death of Gaudi is a graphic illustration of the absurd misfortune that filled the life and work of this enigmatic Spanish architect. On June 7, 1926, a street tram tragically ran Gaudí over in the centre of Barcelona. Throughout his life, Gaudí had avoided attention. Few photographs of the architect existed, which meant he was not an instantly recognizable figure to the people on the streets of Barcelona. As he lay injured and anonymous, the gathering crowd was unaware that it was the revered architect that lay on the ground before them. Because he was unrecognizable, taxi drivers refused to take what appeared to be an injured vagrant to the hospital, and were later fined for not assisting a wounded man.