Fall Term 2011

I didn't do a very good job of blogging this term, but I did snap the occasional picture and put it on Tumblr, but Tumblr doesn't let you export, so now I'm consolidating them here. I was having too much fun and doing too much "growing" to have the time to blog...but here it is!

Bar Crawl 2011

Bar Crawl 2011 - Trophy wives...The Vallfogona family.

 Throughout the night Steph kept saying - I'm jealous of them, I wish we were them, but I don't. This year is pure amazingness. The worst is behind you, you know what to expect, you have your friends, everything is just set into ENJOY mode. You just have to cherish every moment. And that's just priceless. I've never felt so happy to be in the moment I am, neither longing for the past nor the future. 

After the bar crawl, we all woke up this morning and eventually everyone climbed into my bed to look at pictures and swap what we did and didn’t remember from the night before. Then we threw on some form of clothing (though I think I walked out of the house fairly naked, as Julie commented that she could see my ENTIRE bra in the shirt I was wearing) and walked around Gracia until we came to Plaza de Vila de Gracia and had lunch at Amelie. We drank coffee, we ate salads, we gossiped, and the little Italian men played clarinets. Kathy said it best - we’re in a woody allen movie. Every part of it. I want to cherish every moment like today - what more could you want then sitting in a plaza with a pleasant breeze with good food and good friends and more or less not a care in the world? Life will never be this good again - MUST CHERISH THIS AMAZINGNESS> 

Buh bye, Vancouver!

Well Vancouver, you and I didn't get off to a very good start, but in the end, I am sad to leave. I did a fairly terrible job of blogging while I was here, but I wanted to throw together the remaining memories I have of this place.

 New windshield wipers! The drizzly Vancouver summer, and my DUI-carrying co-pilot, necessitated me to buy new windshield wipers since the sound and ineffectiveness of the old ones makes our drive unbearable...at least, for him.

It took me a while to get into the swing of things at work, but the "Team building" event at the driving range helped!

Things got better as I started to make friends - the first step of which was my hiking/camping expedition to an island - I actually slept in a tent! For two nights! Not entirely sure how I survived...

And of course, this summer wouldn't have left any kind of positive taste in my mouth without one particular individual. 

I feel like my time in Vancouver was a bit of a Cinderella story that starts of with the sad maid who hates her life, and then makes friends with the animals, gets a fairy god mother and meets her Prince Charming.

Vancouver is amazing!

Vancouver is an absolutely fantastic city! Even if the internship thing doesn't turn out to be my dream job, I would absolutely love to live here! This city has it all - nature, culture, food, and incredibly friendly people.

This weekend Alicia came to visit me from Hawaii - she's generally following me around the world these days as she's moving to Barcelona in October. The first day, we explored Stanley Park, which was absolutely beautiful. We started off in the forest along what I guess you could call a VERY easy hiking trail and ended up at Beaver Lake:

We kept on in the general direction of the beach and although we got lost a couple of times, we finally did make it there and had a delicious overprice drink and snack at the Teahouse Restaurant.

We then took a VERY long walk along the beach and the Seawall and all the way through Yaletown - I think we walked for a grand total of three hours that day. 

That night, after some failed attempts at hitting up the party scene in this town (I'll be sure to make more) we ended up in an amazing bar called The Pourhouse where we proceeded to spend the next 3 evenings. The bar tenders are super knowledgeable about alcohol and the entire 1920's culture of speak easys and prohibition. I've literally never learned so much in a bar in my entire life.

The next day we went to Granville Island, where I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. This place has it all - art, music, alcohol, and most importantly - FOOD! We started off by strolling through the market where we were AMAZED by all the different goods and goodies on sale. Then we went to find the last performance of the Jazz Festival that was taking place in the city that week. On the way back to get some food, we checked out all the jewelry makers and stopped by the Granville Brewing Co to do some beer tasting:

We them sampled all the fares of the market - well, not all, but plenty. I clearly bought too much food because as I was sitting and enjoying my dessert - a white chocolate blueberry roll - it fell out of my hand and was DEVOURE by a seagull, despite the fact that the roll was 3 times as wide as this things beak. Definite highlight. We then stumbled upon a random circus act performed on a sail boat by two random French people (its not the best picture):

At the end of the day we came back to the Pourhouse to listen to some live jazz and get some more lessons in  1920's alcohol culture. Apparently there are all kinds of crazy alcohol laws in Vancouver, including not being able to serve people who are standing up. We ended up there the next night too! On Alicia's last night we went out in Kits and found a place that was serving 50 cent chicken wings with some very friendly foresters. Apparently, forrestry is the big industry in this "province". Guess that makes sense! 

Summer Home

This weekend, I moved in to my apartment for the summer! Its pretty bare which makes it somewhat depressing, but I'm sure Ikea will help me make it a little more homey, despite the $100 budget I've set for myself there.

The bedroom: (I ended up moving the bed later, and didn't take another picture. It is now in the corner, which actually leaves a big hole behind the head because the windowsill prevents it from being flush with the wall. But I couldn't handle it where it was - I need to feel the stability of a wall. Plus, there were street lights pouring in through the blinders and it was very creepy - right on my eyes:

The living room: Not much to say about it. Nice couch. No TV. Yawn. I think I'll buy tealights for that weird thing in front of the fireplace: 

The kitchen is miniature and I don't want to depress my mom by even posting it. Basically the way its set up - and this set up is non-negotiable - prevents you from opening up both the fridge and oven all the way. Independently - not at the same time. You simply cannot open them fully - forget about standing in FRONT of it while doing so. It does prevent fridge-grazing, however. 

The bathroom's fine except the hose the hold-in-ur-hand shower is on is such an awkward length I can't help spraying the ENTIRE bathroom with water if I happen to drop it. But that's pretty classic. 

Survived!!!

Well, its a little anti climactic, but the year is over! I survived the first year of the MBA, the year everyone said would be the absolute hardest thing ever. Overall, I'd definitely say it was worth it. All the tears and the frustration was worth it. I've definitely learned about myself, what I'm capable of, what I'm good at, what I'm interested in...but still haven't quite figured out "who I am". I thought by nearly-27 all these things would be figured out and settled but alas, no! The things that have truly made this year worth it, though, were the amazing profs, my oh-so-special team, and of course the friends I've made here.
Not all the teachers were great, of course. But the few that were were truly, truly great. These men were meant to teach, and I learned something new, interesting, and important in their courses every day. Our class did a bit of a farewell to our favorite profs on the last day of class. My personal favorites were our first term Marketing teacher, Carlos, our 2nd term Operations teacher, Edu, and our 3rd term econ teacher, Perdo. Although the Russian IT guy was pretty awesome too.

Our team was pretty much a disaster, as far as work teams go, but we definitely had a good time. We barely worked together, barely improved as a unit, and barely scraped by with all the assignment. Barely, but we did, and I don't think we win the vote for the worst team, so that in and of itself needs to be considered a success. True, we fell apart into the "core" 4 - me, Ian, German, and Anton, with Kye Chan close to the center but still somewhat in the periphery. Then we had the Catholic pair, Ken and Jose, nice guys, so sweet, so hardworking...just not super out there on the social scene. And then, there was Gourav. What can I say about him. He tried. We tried. Sorta. It just didn't work. You can't with them all.

As for the friends and parties, well, my facebook page speaks for itself. I am super excited about living with Kathy, Julie, and Stephanie next year, although I'm really going to miss Alexa like crazy :(

Spring Break!

The best part about spring break is that we still have spring break - even though most of us are in our late 20's, a far cry away from being the crazy college kids somewhere in Mexico guzzling tequila and waking up with strangers on the beach. WOOO!
Originally, I wanted to go home for Spring break, but thinking (prior to the emergency trip last month) that Cali was too far too fly for 1 week, I decided to do the next best thing - Israel. It would be a cheap vacation, buying my flights with miles and staying @ my friend's place - a.k.a. Hilton Paula.

Somehow, with minimal effort, I happened to recruit my boys to come with me. Even though we spent much less time together than I anticipated, it was awesome having my favorite people in my favorite country.

I got in late at night and luckily a nice English speaking couple helped me take the right train, since its impossible to get any information from any signs about public transportation. I do love hearing Hebrew all around me, but not understanding a damn thing is incredibly frustrating. My first day in Tel Aviv I spent eating a typically huge Israeli breakfast and laying on the beach with the boys:

The next day was the beginning of Passover, and I thought it would be pretty cool to spend it in Israel. We ended up going to the parents of one of Paula's friends and having a very un-traditional Seder, with minimal reading and lots of Russian food. I think we even had bread at the table...and went out to the bars afterwards. love Israel!

I spent the rest of the week enjoying the days -well, mostly enjoying the nights. Somehow, I have much more fun going out in Tel Aviv than  I do in Barcelona. Paula and I hopped around to her favorite spots with her friends. I visited Prorok again, where I had my memorable Like A Virgin Karaoke performance.

I joined the boys again for a couple of days for a trip to the North - we visited Nazareth, Haifa, and Akko on the way to the Golan Heights. Nazareth was underwhelming, as the boys expected something special from the city where Jesus was born. The boys also wanted to visit Mt Hernon, where I froze my ass off not being prepared to walk around in the SNOW. Otherwise, the Golan Heights were green and beautiful and a complete change from the landscape we were seeing earlier in the day. On the way back, we stopped by the Kineret and I regretted not having insisted on spending a weekend camping there.

The next day, though, Elinor, Paula's friend, took us back to the Kineret and we spent my second to last day enjoying the sunshine, barbecuing, and swimming in the sea.

. And, in keeping with what is now "tradition", on my last night Paula and I once again went to Goocha, and ended up bar hopping all the way back home concluding the night at 6am, drunk, happy, and reeking of cigarettes.

I love Israel, and will definitely be back again soon!