Jennifer Easton rss Barcelona, Spring 2009

Jennifer is a junior at the George Washington University, and is traveling to Barcelona through the IES Abroad program. She is majoring in Geography and minoring in Journalism, completing a fair share of her coursework through the University Honors Program. Barcelona, Spain's modern business hub, is the country's crown jewel of artistic culture and captivating architecture; Jennifer has aspired to study in Barcelona for some time now, and is thrilled that she has the opportunity to do so with IES.

Jennifer's Posts

  • One Year Later – Still Nostalgic!

    But the wonderful thing about studying abroad is that the ties you make to a foreign city will last, if you want them to. I miss Spain, but I feel strongly that I will return in the future.

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  • An Insider’s View of Barcelona

    Since I reflected on my emotions about leaving Barcelona in my last entry, I’d like to use this entry to offer suggestions to students who are planning on studying in Barcelona. Besides EAT AT AS MANY PLACES AS YOU CAN and SEE EVERYTHING, here are a few points to consider: — Pick-pocketing and theft is [...]

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  • My Lasts…

    This is the last blog entry I’ll be writing from Barcelona. I’m not ready to admit that this week has been and will continue to be a series of “lasts:” the last trip to Oveja Negra for sangria, the last Monday night at our favorite discoteca, our last dinner as a family and my last [...]

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  • “A Rose for Love and a Book Forever”

    Happy Sant Jordi! Why don’t we celebrate this in the United States? Behold, the perfect holiday: on Sant Jordi Day, women receive roses from their significant others/fond admirers/guy friends, while the men receive books from the women in their life. It’s kind of like Valentine’s Day with a literary theme, and a lot less conversation [...]

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  • When in Greece…Find Yanni.

    Spring break is over, final exams and papers are bearing down on us: you know what that means. It’s the end of the semester, and almost time to go home. As I sit here, eating a bocadillo the size of my head from my most favorite sandwich place off La Rambla, I have to say [...]

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  • A Three Hour Tour (No Relation to Gilligan)

    Claddagh rings are outrageously popular in my hometown, probably due to its thriving Irish population, which is especially concentrated within a neighborhood called Tipperary Hill (sadly, I met a man at an Irish pub here in Barcelona who was from Tipperary in Ireland, and he seemed to hate the place). Regardless, I at last purchased [...]

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  • Entry from a Wannabe Ex-Pat

    Yesterday, while journaling in Plaza Catalunya on an absolutely perfect day, I was defecated on by (not one, but) two pigeons while wearing a dry-clean only sweater, and then later patted down by a novice pick pocket (who failed to pocket anything of mine). And, frankly, I had one of my best afternoons in Barcelona [...]

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  • Chasing Hemingway, Bumping in to Van Gogh

    Stress: commence. It’s midterms season, and I’m getting pummeled by exams and assignments. This upcoming week will be particularly jam-packed with work, and the following Monday I take my final exam in my Historia Contemporania de España class at Universitat de Barcelona. The class only met for a little over a month as it is [...]

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  • Madrid, Barcelona: Kiss and Make Up

    Barcelona hates Madrid. Madrid hates Barcelona. It’s a mutual sentiment that goes far beyond fútbol rivalries and team spirit. And now that I’ve been in Spain for two months, I’m starting to take sides. Both cities are capitals: Madrid being Spain’s capital city, and Barcelona being the capital of the autonomous region of Catalunya. Let [...]

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  • No Sitges, Just Sickness

    My past weeks in Barcelona have been marked by a bad cold that I still can’t shake. After stubbornly avoiding the doctor’s office for all of February, yesterday I saw a local physician who confirmed that I have bronchitis! I am so, so, so bummed out because there is no way that I’ll be able [...]

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  • London is for Carrot Cake and Theatre

    It was raining when I deplaned at BCN on Sunday, and in all honesty, I was a little bummed to be back in Barça. After a wonderful weekend in London, coming back to my host country amidst dreary weather had me wishing that I could have stayed a few more days strolling along the Thames [...]

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  • Shrubbery, Peacocks, and Christopher Columbus? Only in Sevilla.

    Three days ago I was in Sevilla, wandering the crooked streets shaded by orange trees, and tomorrow I’m boarding a plane to London. In the interim, I’ve spent this week at my home base in Barcelona. Who would have thought I’d become such a globetrotter?! I fell in love with Sevilla. I believe in the [...]

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  • A Spanish Bar Named “Obama”

    Bruce Springsteen, two million people, and a plethora of police on every street corner: just a few of the reasons why the past days would have been an unforgettable (and hectic) time to be in Washington, DC. As a student of the George Washington University in our nation’s capital, I’ve been a little jealous of [...]

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  • Barcelona: the Good, the Yummy, the Ugly

    Sometimes getting lost, really hopelessly lost, is the best way to get to know a city. It’s no wonder that a tourist like me would lose her way in Barcelona. The city is full of broad plazas and back alleys, making up the different neighborhoods: La Rambla, El Raval, Barceloneta, the Gothic Quarter, and so [...]

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  • Kerouac Said, “All of Life is a Foreign Country”

    I’m only about one week deep in to my semester in Barcelona, but with all I’ve observed and felt thus far, it feels as though I’ve been abroad for at least a month. Since boarding my transatlantic flight from Chicago, I’ve felt something like a precocious toddler discovering her surroundings for the very first time. [...]

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  • Barcelona Bound

    I can’t believe that my flight for Barcelona takes off in just a few short days…! My friend asked me today when I’ll be “jumping the puddle,” his phrase for flying over the Atlantic to Europe. From my Geography classes at GW, I know that the world is hypothetically shrinking: global economies are more accessible, [...]

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