I've lost my wisdom

What purpose do wisdom teeth serve?! They don't do anything...just sit there. Sprouting from the gums, causing pain and strife. Someone please tell me why you have to go through the process of pain to relieve pain? And speaking of pain, why is getting your teeth pulled so painful in the first place? Also, why do drugs have to be so dang complicated? All I want is to get rid of the pain you have caused me...so just give me something that will make that go away and not make me feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone. And another thing, give me something that will make the holes in my mouth heal faster so that I can enjoy the great food that I have been blessed to be surrounded by.

Welp, it finally happened. After about of year of feeling like I've been teething, I finally got my wisdom teeth removed.  My wisdom is officially gone. Blast. I was suppose to get them out last December, right before I went to Spain...but I decided I wanted to spend New Years in California with Miss Jamie Pickett...she's my bas fran. Obviously, I do not regret that decision at all since I had a wonderful time with her and the Pickett family.  But it was time to get those bad boys out of my mouth.

To be honest, I had been freaking out about it. Everyone has such different experiences, and I was convinced that mine would end up being a sort of teeth horror story. Luckily, I have the greatest family and friends in the world so it wasn't that bad.  I don't remember Friday, Saturday is a blur and Sunday was painful. Bridger stayed with me literally the entire time. She changed my gauze, took embarrassing pictures of me, gave me pills. You name it, she did it. The little sweetheart. Seriously, I am so lucky to have a sister who is willing to give up her entire weekend to just hang out with a drugged up version of myself. We watched so many movies...at least 7 a day...yes...a day. What makes that even better? I never stayed awake for a whole movie. I just liked having something playing in the background.

Really, all I want now is pizza...I've been craving it all weekend. That, honestly, might be the hardest part of getting your teeth pulled...you now have four freaking holes in your mouth and you can't eat real food. Kinda depressing.  Especially when your sister has come back to Provo to stay with you for the week and wants to go eat at all these fun places. Of course, I won't turn her down. I mean have you seen that face! But now I have to sit and watch whilst she eats wonderful food. Quite the bummer. We did go to Lagoon yesterday with Jamie and Ashley. Which was very fun, but also very tiring...and I'm still not 100% yet so it was rough at times. But Bridger wanted to go...so we went. I'm pretty excited about her being here. Just sayin. 

Anyways, thank you to my mom, grandma, sisters and friends! I could not have made it through this weekend without any of you and I am extremely blessed to have you all in my life. 

~till next time

Chloe

Northern Espana

Our second to last weekend in Spain, we took a trip up north. Our scheduled trip was to visit Burgos, Bilbao and San Sebastian.  We stopped in Burgos first. We took a tour of the Cathedral there and then were given a couple hours to just chill.  It was such a beautiful day, so after napping by a river I decided to wander around by myself.

I ended up meeting Alejandro...had a nice conversation (in english) and then left him to continue on with life. Funny the random people you meet. 

We then ventured to the town of Bilbao, where we visited the Guggenheim Museum...when we got there we discovered that the Manchester United futbol team was there playing Atletico Bilbao...on top of that the team was staying in our hotel. So, of course, Lindsay, Chelsey and I being the dedicated soccer fans that we are, decided that we were going to try and scalp tickets and get into this game.  Unfortunately, any sane person would never give up a ticket to such an "important" game, so we were unable to succeed...but we did find a spot outside the gates that allowed us a small visual of the field...and we watch about 20 minutes of the game sitting on the beer/glass covered ground. 

The next morning we went to Guernica.  Yes, the same Guernica Picasso's piece of art is named after.  Let me tell you, after learning the history and all the background information of the painting, this place holds a whole new meaning for me.  We were able to visit the Peace Museum while we were there. Honestly, one of the most touching experiences I had while Spain. 

There was this insane graffiti wall! Our trio decided to go find it when we were given our free time and had a little photo shoot...I am not as photogenic as Linds and Chels, but I wanted to show just a tiny piece of the amazing graffiti art. 

So then...we're getting on the bus to venture to our next destination...when Lance and Jacqui inform us that we had extra funds and would be able to make another stop on the way to San Sebastian...they then told us we had four options we could choose from...to be honest, I don't really remember what the first three were. I wanna say something along the lines of visiting another cathedral, stopping somewhere a book was based on (I think I just made that up, but it was something like that) and then go to a McDonalds where we could find wifi and play some sort of video game...and then the final option was given. How about we go to the town of Biarritz, it's just a small town on the coast in Southern France. Needless to say, this was probably one of my favorite parts of my whole Spain experience. We kept singing the song You and I by Ingrid Michaelson...if you don't know why then listen to you it and you'll understand. It was so freaking beautiful! We got there and went to this amazing pasteria and then were given a little while to wander around. Definitely went straight to the beach. 

We weren't there very long, and we didn't get in the water...but Biarritz, France will forever hold a very special place in my heart.

We then went to our last stop of the trip, San Sebastian (located back in the great Country of Spain). We were just given the whole night free so once we got there we all split and wandered around. A couple of us went to this amazing Italian restaurant and rode a carousel and played on the beach a litte more. It was nice, not having any tours and just being able to wander around the last two towns we visited, doing whatever we wanted. 

This trip was such a fun one for us and will definitely go down as one of my favorites while in Spain.

~till next time

Chloe

I suck..

I still have so many different things I need to write about Spain and all my travels!! And it isn't like I haven't had the time or anything, cause up until about a week ago I didn't even have a job. I just start to feel overwhelmed when I think about everything that I need to update my very small blogger world on.  Maybe that's why I haven't had the desire to write...cause really who cares?! 


But I need to keep up on a journal somehow, so this will have to do for now. 


I'll slowly post things about the rest of my journey in Spain but I'm just going to give a short recap of the last month and a half of my life. 


I got back into America on the 12th of April. I cannot even begin to describe how ready I was to be home. Don't get me wrong. I love Europe and Spain...but I was definitely missing my family and friends and the good ol' USA.


My plane ride home was actually the most traumatic 24 hours of my life. I made it to the airport in London with plenty of time to make my flight. When I finally got on the plane we started moving and the sat on the runaway for about 45 minutes...to be honest I hadn't even noticed that we had just been sitting there. Then the Captain comes on and informs us that there is a technical difficulty and that best case scenario it would take an hour to fix...an hour!! Now let me explain why this stressed me out to the max (cause I'm normally pretty chill and would have dealt). My layover in Dallas was 3 hours long...I had already been sitting on the runway an hours...that gives me 2 hours in Dallas...which is manageable when needing to go through customs and such...but then I'm told that we will be waiting AT LEAST another hour.. 
So to sum up, best case scenario, my 3 hours layover has just been cut down to 1. For anyone who travels internationally and knows the process of going through customs and having to re-check in...that is not enough time. Especially in a huge airport like Dallas. 


So, of course, I'm freaking out. I know I know, they change your flights for you la de freaking da...people...I WANTED TO BE HOME! So the fixing of the plane took about an hour. The whole flight across the ocean I'm just trying to figure out how the heck I'm going to do this. This is where it gets fun.


The plane lands...of course taking forever to taxi and de-board. But once I'm off I book it to customs...and there is a long line...luckily many people saw me on the verge of tears and I was quickly pushed to the front of the line...THANK YOU STRANGERS! The customs man takes his time....I'm a freaking American Citizen...let me in! Once I'm through customs I book it across the airport to where I have to print off my connecting flights ticket...yes London decided not to provide me with the second ticket...though everyone else had there's and I asked about it. That took forever because I skipped the line and went to the electronic check-in thingy...which wouldn't print my ticket because the lovely airline people had already booked me on the next flight to SLC...just in case. So then I hop in line and finally get both tickets...the original and the back up flight. I'm going to say I had maybe 15 to 20 minutes at this point to sprint across the airport and go through security again and get to my gate...oh yeah, you have to go through security again. It's fine. At the security, the people were not so willing to let me skip through the line....though I did cut through the VIP lane...the security guy was nice. Now I get through the scanner just fine when this big black lady (not racist, just stating the facts) decides that I have to unzip my suitcase and let her check it out...my suitcase it locked. I had to dig through my backpack, unlock and unzip my fully packed suitcase and allow her to throw things away that made it through the London security just fine. She tried to be nice and asked if I wanted to check my bag so I could keep those things...NO LADY! MY FLIGHT IS LEAVING AND I STILL HAVE TO TAKE A FREAKING TRAIN TO MY GATE! STOP TALKING TO ME! I didn't yell...but I made my situation very clear to her. So as I close my suitcase and start sprinting to the train she gives me a very cheerful farewell....efff you. Yes, I know it's been over a month since this incident...but go through it and you will understand...I was not in the mood. Anyways, I make it to the train that will take me to my terminal...there are 5 of them...mine is the last one. I know right. So I finally make it to my terminal...at this point it is obviously past the time that my plane is scheduled to take off....but I'm praying out loud and running, hoping that by some chance my plane is still there. As I exit the train and start running, my backpack unzips..and everything falls out...so I'm bawling, picking everything up and running and then wouldn't you believe it....my pants fall down...literally fall off my butt. Hello Dallas. So I pull them and finally make it to the gate where my plane is suppose to be..and guess what...
IT'S STILL THERE!!! My second plane also had technical difficulties!! What are the chances....so I sprint down the runway onto the plane where the flight attendants cater to me because I'm obviously a hot damn mess. I still cannot believe to this day that I made that flight...I know it would not have been a big deal if I had just gotten on the flight a few hours later...but I was exhausted and just wanting more than anything to be back in Provo holding Soren. I'm convinced that I was to be taught some serious patience that day...LESSON HEARD AND UNDERSTOOD! thanks.


I made it to Salt Lake with no further event and Chris was there to pick me up and I went and saw my favorite children. I then got back to Provo where Jamie, Ashley, Kelli and Bryndee were all awake waiting for me. They made me a poster and covered my bed in chocolates...they really don't know how much that meant to me. Especially after the day that I had.  Jamie and Ashley even stayed up with me till the wee hours of the morning while I unpacked. I really could not have been blessed with better friends.


So ends April 12, 2012. 


But wait...there's more!


The next morning, Chelsey and I (she made it home without anything happening...) we woke up bright and early and began the wonderful drive to Santa Cruz, CA. 10 hours for those of you who don't know. The drive actually wasn't that bad at all. I had my 5 hour energy drinks and the scenery was beautiful and I was going to see the lovely Lindsay Walch at her house and go to her farewell. I do not regret how tired I was by the end of my trip at all. Seeing Lindsay one last weekend and meeting her family was such a great experience! We stayed with her a couple days, went to her farewell talk and then took off. We went south to go home so that I could stop in St. George and see my family for a couple days. Thank you Chelsey for tagging along. I would have died without her. We spent a couple days in St. George and then April 19th we were finally back in Provo for good.


That was over a month ago. A lot has happened...but then again not really. I feel like Spain was a dream...it's really hard for me to believe that I actually lived there. It just doesn't seem real. I miss it at times and I'm so very grateful that I had the opportunity to live there with Ana Maria and Oscar and to be able to experience another country and of course make new friends. A few of which I am convinced have produced life long friendships. 


~till next time
Chloe

Just another sporting event

Back to my Spain adventure. 

The week after we got back from our "Spring Break", most of us girls made arrangements to attend my second (their first) Spanish sporting event. We were going to a REAL Madrid game! 

Preparing for this game was much more relaxing than the Barcelona game. We had a huge group of us going, plus the game was in Madrid. The danger of the Barcelona game was not present.

The day before, me and a couple girls went to make sure we knew where the stadium was, but more importantly, I had to buy myself a jersey. My Barcelona one was not an official jersey, in fact it was very cheap. Which is totally great, but I told myself that I was willing to spend the money to get an officially jersey from the stadium. 

The morning of the game we had our classes and then we got ready and headed into Madrid. In case you forgot, I was indeed participating in classes whilst in Spain. One of our assignments for our Art History was to visit the Reina Sofia Museum and see Picasso's Guernica. So that was our first stop. Side note: The Guernica is amazing! It's huge and tells an amazing story! 

So funny story, after the museum Lindsay, Chelsey and I went to our favorite bubble tea place. So good, it was sad that it took us so long to discover it. The weather was really nice so we then decided to walk around downtown Madrid and enjoy life. As we are walking down what I like to call prostitute road (named this because it was lined with trees and every tree housed one of these lovely ladies) this guy came up to us, completely drunk. He was wearing a suit and a REAL Madrid scarf and he saw three Americans walking down the street wearing REAL Madrid jerseys. So naturally he wants to talk with us. He was actually kinda attractive to be completely honest. Anyways, he throws himself into the middle of our trio and wraps his arms around me and I think Lindsay...I don't remember which of the other two.  Well he proceeds to start yelling random things like how we are hott, look guys look at my new guapa friends, "kissy kissy" noise, go REAL.  All the while he has his arms around me and pretty much groping me. Totally uncomfortable, but one of the funniest ten minutes of my life. We ran into him later, he was so far gone he didn't even recognize us.  

After that we got some food and then went to the stadium. REAL was playing Moscow, so when we got there we had the lovely pleasure of interacting with some of the Moscow fans. Some of the other girls has really horrible experiences but our little group had a blast! We took pictures with a bunch of them and really they were all just hilarious. 

We eventually made it into the stadium and painted our faces and watched the game from the highest up seats in the stadium. Oh by the way, Spanish sports fans...yeah they don't paint their faces. You will not believe some of the looks I got, ranging from surprise to complete disgust. It was really just great to already be singled out because you're American and then on top of it being the only people in the stadium with paint on your face. 

The game was pretty much everything that I imagined it would be. REAL won and I got to watch Ronaldo and Kaka play in person. I mean really, what more could you ask for. 

~till next time

Chloe