Picture, update!
I finally found the time to upload the 50+ pictures that I took in Spain and I'm posting some of them here (for your enjoyment, I guess).
These two were taken through my hotel-room window in Puigcerda. It was around 7:30-8:00 in the morning.
This is an awkward shot of my hotel room. And at the far right is one of nicest old ladies I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
One of the buildings where I practiced, in France. It was strange because I had never been to France in my life, and then suddenly I was going there three times a week. Kind of mind-blowing.
Quaint houses by the building above.
Pictures of the lake by a practice building in Puigcerda:
Views from a trail my roommate found:
I'm going to stop narrating because I'm getting too lazy right now.
Our tour guide was the festival's art director's second wife. She pretty much didn't know anything about anything.
I hated our bus because of the constant movement and glare on the windows. And the "IN CASE OF EMERGENCY" sign.
Montserrat! And some stuff leading to it.
Two of me. As you can see by the slightly stoned expression in my eyes and the forced smile, I did NOT like having my picture taken. Especially since I was sans makeup, light clothes, and every bit of my sanity.
Bleghhh
Lastly, and the most memorable (to me, anyways) is the view from my second hotel room. It was taken during my last day in Puigcerda and just looking at it now brings back the sadness of leaving such a wonderful place.
And that's the end.
These two were taken through my hotel-room window in Puigcerda. It was around 7:30-8:00 in the morning.
This is an awkward shot of my hotel room. And at the far right is one of nicest old ladies I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
One of the buildings where I practiced, in France. It was strange because I had never been to France in my life, and then suddenly I was going there three times a week. Kind of mind-blowing.
Quaint houses by the building above.
Pictures of the lake by a practice building in Puigcerda:
Views from a trail my roommate found:
I'm going to stop narrating because I'm getting too lazy right now.
Our tour guide was the festival's art director's second wife. She pretty much didn't know anything about anything.
I hated our bus because of the constant movement and glare on the windows. And the "IN CASE OF EMERGENCY" sign.
Montserrat! And some stuff leading to it.
Two of me. As you can see by the slightly stoned expression in my eyes and the forced smile, I did NOT like having my picture taken. Especially since I was sans makeup, light clothes, and every bit of my sanity.
Bleghhh
Lastly, and the most memorable (to me, anyways) is the view from my second hotel room. It was taken during my last day in Puigcerda and just looking at it now brings back the sadness of leaving such a wonderful place.
And that's the end.