Dear Yo Yo Boy and Kid on the Unicycle...

This morning I was walking to class and in front of me was this guy wearing an absolutely ridiculous outfit doing tricks on his Yo Yo. It is not uncommon to see people, mainly single guys, around campus doing things like this to try and set them apart. Don't get me wrong I am all about individuality, but these kids who try and stand out by riding unicycles or yo-yoing around campus while being different are damaging their own individuality. By riding your unicycle you are just becoming another one of the guys on BYU campus that is too scared to approach a girl and ask her on a date. Instead of growing a pair, you put all of your efforts into learning to yo-yo, hoping this will somehow attract a girl, put her number in your phone, and set up a date with her on Friday night. Trust me, this will never happen.

You can deny what I have just said all you want, try and tell me you just really love the risk that one wheel brings, and tell me that all those on two-wheelers around campus are wusses. I'm not buying it. I am going to have to agree with Freud on this one (especially on BYU's campus). Everything you do is either an attempt to attract the opposite sex, or done out of fear or how someone of the opposite sex will perceive you actions. Everyone of us unmarried students here at BYU does it; whether it be subconsciously or not, we take the opposite sex into consideration when we choose what we wear, do, say, and whether or not to leave the unicycle at home or not.

Take some advice. Leave the skater shoes, pin stripe dress pants, unmatching shirt, and yo-yo at home (you can still wear them, just not at the same time). Put on something normal, man up, and ask a girl out. You may say I am telling you to conform. I'm not. I am just telling you how to accomplish what you are so desperately trying to do from a top your unicycle. There are thosands of girls out there dying to be asked out by a nice normal guy, none by some kid who doesn't know how to dress himself and still walks the dog like it's 1997. If you don't believe me keep doing what you are doing, and best of luck to you. Or you can take my advice and join me and all of my normal "conformist" roommates on our group date this weekend. It's up to you.

Another year without a T-Shirt

I would like to dedicate this post to Emily, thanks again for the potato soup and amazing rolls!

One of the more disappointing events of my intramural academic career happened this week, I lost to the APEX alarm system's flag football team. Nothing gives me more pleasure than beating teams that take flag football way too seriously. These guys had uniforms, team cleats, wrist bands with their plays on them, ran through a sign at the beginning of the game, and did the haka (this is always a sign that they have never played real competitive sports at any level). The only thing missing were popped collars and aviator sunglasses. Unfortunately we had a couple guys out of town and a third guy hurt, so we were left playing a man down the entire game. Despite the fact that they had 14 guys to our six we only lost by one touchdown that they scored with less than a minute left in the game.


(Just a little disclaimer, I know there are a lot of great people that do summer sales. Just none of them happened to be on the team we played this week.)

Your Euro Based Son Part IV

This will be my last Euro Based Son post. For those of you that don't know it is a tribute to my mothers blog yourhomebasedmom.com. Check it out if you haven't already. Here are some pictures from my trip through France and Spain and the different foods I tried.

Breakfast in the plaza of Ceberes

Best croissant I've ever had

Bakery in Ceberes - Small town on the southern French coast

Lunch in Madrid - Ham and cheese bocadillo

I love ham

Chocolate caña - Spanish Pastries are amazing!

Churros with dulce de leche

I've resorted to drinking lemon fanta by the half gallon

Best chocolate croissant I've had (and i've eaten lots)

Bakery where I bought the croissant in Port Bou Spain

Crepes in Paris

Paris part II, last days in Cambridge, and the point

After spending the night in the Barcelona train station we were able to get on a train headed towards France. We got off at the border and went and explored a little town called Ceberes. It was absolutely beautiful and we found a little bakery that made the best croissants ever. I ate four of them. We then made stops in Narbonne and Montpellier on our way to Paris. Once we got to paris we walked along the Seine, ate Crepes, and took pictures of the Eiffel Tower at night that was absolutely beautiful. We then took the metro back to the bus station. On the way I saw a guy on the train with a basketball and I talked to him about Nicolas Batum and the Blazers. He had heard of BYU before because of the NCAA tournament.

The bus ride back was really long, but it was good to be back in Cambridge. That afternoon I had my last supervision that went really well. It has been amazing working with Professor Steinberg. That night we had a final formal dinner, afterwards they had a party with a slideshow and dancing. After that we all went out to a club that the programme had reserved for us.

The next day I spent as tourist in Cambridge. I toured around Cambridge and did all of the other things that I have wanted to do that I havent gotten around to yet. That night everyone said goodbye. I have gotten to know lots of people really well, and it was sad to see everyone leave.

Yesterday I left Cambridge early afternoon for London. I then met up with my cousin Georgie and went to here flat in East London. We went out to a local pub and saw some of the area where she lives. We spent the night at her place and woke up the next morning and after a walk through a local market we took off for Sonning where her family was staying.

Sonning has been amazing. The house the Clark's have here is in an absolutely beautiful location. It is right on the Thames. We spent the afternoon barbecuing and eating strawberries and cream next to the river. Afterwards we went on a boat ride up the river. It was an absolutely beautiful day, and the scenery was incredible. It has been really great getting to know the Clark family.

Boat ride on the Thames

The boat that I sleep in

Relaxing at the point

Dinner last night in Cambridge with Dr Martland

After the formal dinner

Eiffel Tower at night

Ceberes

Barcelona Part II

From Madrid we took off and the first train to Barcelona that got us there around ten in the morning. On our way to the beach (By this time we were tired of traveling and pretty smelly since we had only showered once in four days so we didnt feel like much sightseeing just laying out) we stopped at an internet cafe. While checking our email I overheard a couple talking about the problems they were having getting a train to Paris. I asked them what the problem was and they told me that no trains were running in France that day because there were strikes going on. This freaked us out, with all the other problems with trains we had the last thing we wanted was not to be able to get back to London, lose the deposit on our bus out of Paris, and have to buy a bus ticket to Paris (which is a 16 hour ride). We went back to the train station and asked everyone we could find about it, but never got a straight answer. Since European trains are so international, you would think there would be better organization between countries. They are not. All the Spanish rail workers told us that those were French trains and they had no information on them. So we decided to go to the beach and come back to the station later. We had until 1:30 in the morning to figure it out, that was when the last bus to Paris left that would get us there on time to get us on our bus to London.

The rest of the day was amazing. The weather could not have been better. We both got pretty sunburned, but it was so relaxing. That evening we got dinner at a bar along the waterfront and then wandered around the boardwalk and the marina. There was live music everywhere and the atmosphere was very fun. We sat for awhile and listened to a band play Spanish music. They were really good and entertaining. After that we went back and sat on the beach for awhile.

This trip has been kind of an interesting sociological experience/experiment. For about a week Brian and I lived pretty much like homeless men. You look at the world differently when you do not know where you will be sleeping that night. Also after four days with no shower we looked pretty ragged. On a few occasions that night we had homeless men join us as we sat by the beach. It was really interesting to hear their stories and their outlook on life. Just a few hours before we had been on that same beach as tourists, these men were wandering around constantly trying to sell us coke and beer. It became rather obnoxious. After spending an hour talking with these guys on the beach I saw them in an entirely different life. It made me wish that I would have bought more drinks from them. The saying that you don't understand someone until you've walked a mile in their shoes held very true for us. Its something I hope to continue to do, see everyone as an equal no matter their position in life.

That night we returned to the train station and were very blessed. We went into the customer service office to ask about the French train situation that nobody knew anything about. I had even called the train station information center twice that day and talked with five different people, none of which even know that there were strikes going on in France. The head of the station just happened to be in the customer service when we walked in there, he also was the only man that had any idea of what was going on in all of Barcelona. He told us that the strikes may very well continue through the next day, but that there were certain trains that would make it to Paris because they were with a different company. The thing is most of them were full. The biggest problem would be finding a train that would actually cross the border. He told us which trains to get on that we wouldnt need a reservation that would take us to the French/Spain border. It wasnt much of a train, but more like a subway type train that stopped at all of the beaches along the coast. He then told us to get off at a certain train station where we would be able to board a train that would take us across the border. He told us to get on it there and not in Barcelona because in Cerberes there was no security control and we would be able to get on it without a reservation (we figured it was the head of the train station telling us to do it it was ok to sneak on), and that if there were any problems just to hang out in the train bar (where they dont check for tickets) until the next stop. From there we were able to talk to a french railway attendant who would be able to help us get back to Paris. He then told us to stay in his office when the security cleared out the station so that we could spend the night there. It was a relief to know that we were most likely going to make it back to Paris, and that we weren't going to have to spend anymore money.

The beach we spent all day at

Listening to live music at the marina

Out on the pier

Madrid

We woke up early to take a train to Madrid. Spain has some new high speed trains that travel between Barcelona and Madrid that were actually really nice. It was almost like being on an airplane. They even showed a move, unfortunately it was Mama Mia. Honestly the worst movie I have ever seen. I have seen the show and actually enjoyed it, but the movie was bad. The only entertaining part was watching the movie in Spanish only to have them break out into song in English.

When we got to Madrid we set out to explore the city. We pretty much walked all over the entire thing. We saw the palace, many of the gardens, monuments, and cool plazas that Madrid has. The pastries there were amazing. I will be sure to feature some in my next eurobasedson post. That night we went to the Madrid train station and after talking to several different people we got permission to stay the night inside the station. The cement was hard, but its nice knowing that they kick everyone else out so that you don't have to worry about getting robbed in your sleep like you do sleeping outside the station.

Where I spent the night

The Plaza Mayor

Don Quixote, Pancho, and I

Royal Palace Gardens

Royal Palace

Barcelona Part I

Getting on a train headed to Barcelona was a relief. My day in Paris was great, and I found the French people rather nice and friendly. I thought the stereotype of the French being jerks and anti-american was not all that true, until about twenty minutes into the train ride. Brian and I were talking about what he had done with his family when they came to London, all of a sudden a French guy in his late twenties who was sitting across the isle gets in my face, I stopped talking and he says to me in English, "Oh so now you stop talking about me?" He continued to say that he spoke really good english and knew that we had been talking about him. I told him that we were not talking about him and that he misunderstood what we had said. This just made him more mad, and started showing off his "good english" which mainly consisted of swear words. Not wanting to get into a fight in a foreign country i tried to keep a level head and resolve things peacefully (avoiding the very strong temptation to say thing like - What are you going to do, try and fight me, lose terribly, and then hope some other american comes and beats me up?). I asked him what we had said about him, in response he just continued to shake his head at us, act put out, and swear in english. Brian and I just sat there with this crazy guy who was on drugs staring at us, not able to talk in neither spanish or english because he would think we were talking about him. So we tried to be really nice to him, that really made him mad and he moved to a different compartment. However, during the night when I was asleep he came back and took my water bottle that had fallen behind my seat and drank most of all of it. When I woke up he had already gotten off the train, his plan to get back at me was actually quite effective. It was really hot in Barcelona, and there was nowhere to buy water because it was Sunday morning. Needless to say I got pretty thirsty.

Barcelona was amazing. I loved the city and being in a spanish speaking country again. The first place we went was the Parque Guell. It is a park designed by Gaudi. Lots of cool collage art everywhere. We then went to the Sagrada Familia, a church that was designed by Gaudi that was not finished before he died. We then headed off to the beach. The weather was beautiful and it felt so good to go swimming because the weather was incredibly hot. That night Brian did not feel well at all so his parents got us a hotel room. It felt good to take a shower, which would be my last for the next four days.

The food was great in Barcelona. I had dulce de leche ice cream and churros filled with dulce de leche. The whole time Brian and I talked about how much it made us feel like we were back on our missions. We talked to lots of people from South America, and it was refreshing to interact with such friendly people compared to the majority of Europeans. When looking for an internet cafe we asked a man from Ecuador and he walked 10 blocks with us to show us where the closest one was. While at the internet cafe a couple was watching the world track championship online. So I got to watch Usain Bolt break the 100m world record while sitting next to the beach in Barcelona.

Here are some picutres from our first day in Barcelona.

The beach after all the topless Grandma's left

La Sagrada Familia

Parque Guell

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