Tonight is my first night in Barcelona alone.  For the past week, since I arrived, I’ve had 4 different crews of people I know from NYC here.  (4 crews?? 4? Do people I know always visit Barcelona? Or is this just coincidence? My theory is that people caught wind that I was moving here and tourism spiked. I’m already helping the Spanish economy.) The last one left today.  So now shit is about to get real.  Well, at least the first layer of real.  I found a great apartment but they’re putting in a brand new bathroom, so it won’t be ready until next week, Wednesday at the latest.  So for now I’m still living in a hotel, out of my suitcase.  It’s really fuckin annoying.  Can’t wait to move in, unpack, get my shit together, and settle in.  That’s when I start ‘life’, and shit gets really real(and if those words made ‘bring the pain’ by method man pop into your head…me too, and I’m glad we’re friends).  So what did I do on my first solo night in Spain?  Just got back from my first truly solo dinner.  Wandered around until I found a place that looked good(ie had a hot hostess) and went in.  Then, had my first gelato. 

Cheesecake con fresa.  I don’t play.  Now I’m back at the hotel.  Need some serious rest.  I’ve seen the sun rise everyday since I’ve been here(and I’m not just showing off), so a night off is definitely in order.  The past week, with the people I knew here, has been a vacation.  Dinner every night, followed by bars or clubs, without much sleep.  Good to know I still got it in me.  Shout out to the crews that made my transition a little easier; Pam, Marlee, Jon Gersh, Amy, Joey, Vinny, Jess, Lisa, Sam, Missy, Abby, Addy, Ali,…thank you.

Now, let’s start living.