<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244783965042262063</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:56:00.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona: Better than Disney World!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren Blodgett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112848874138726674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244783965042262063.post-836565577220360707</id><published>2008-03-26T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T06:50:26.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Busy Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Tuesday and today were a rough few days. Having just gotten back from Italy on Monday, we leave for our class trip to Morocco tomorrow!!! As much as the whole class is looking forward to the trip, there has been a good bit to do before leaving. Seeing that the Muslim culture in Morocco doesn’t look too highly upon tight clothing that most of us are accustomed to, Lindsey and I went on a shopping trip with Hawra who, being Muslim, was about to help inform our decisions on what would be appropriate to wear while in Morocco. Aside from needing to go on a shopping adventure, last week, Christi cancelled our sketching class so that we would be able to finish our studio work—but asked us to promise in return to dedicate these two days to sketching. Consequently, we spent from about 9:00am each morning until late afternoon walking through Barcelona and sketching at various sites.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, we visited Montjuic where a large cemetery, the Olympic village, the Botanical Gardens, and the Barcelona Pavilion are located. While here, our primary focus was in the cemetery at a memorial park. Here, we looked at the procession into and out of the space. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185386981428010386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_Yx_HrznZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/L-AjIhQbr54/s320/cemetary-fix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Today, we went down to the water. The weather, as with yesterday, was perfect—sunny and warm. While we sketched up on the walkway, there were old men basking in the sun on the beach below, along with some younger people playing volleyball. Our focus for sketching today was the revitalization and integration of parts of Barcelona. This integration is known as 22@. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185382755180191106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_YuJHrznYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hWzeDS2xfao/s320/meterology_tower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the day at Glories, an outdoor shopping center, where we were able to find clothes appropriate for our trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244783965042262063-836565577220360707?l=blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/feeds/836565577220360707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4244783965042262063&amp;postID=836565577220360707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default/836565577220360707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default/836565577220360707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/2008/03/few-busy-days.html' title='A Few Busy Days...'/><author><name>Lauren Blodgett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112848874138726674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_Yx_HrznZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/L-AjIhQbr54/s72-c/cemetary-fix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244783965042262063.post-3885558589443890521</id><published>2008-03-25T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T06:06:12.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures through Milan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;After saying goodbye to my grandparents in Sicily, I ventured to Milan, Italy by myself for the day. At first, I was excited about spending the day in Milan; however, when I made my plans, I failed to think about the fact that I would be in Italy the day after Easter, and Easter’s a big deal in Italy! It’s a tradition in Italy to have a barbeque on Easter Monday, and I supposed that’s where most people in Milan were. Once I landed in Milan, I decided the first place I wanted to go was the Duomo—the second largest cathedral in the world. It was extraordinary. Even though it was being cleaned and there was scaffolding over much of the front façade, I was still able to imagine the full facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185373894662659394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_YmFXrznUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4huCdIK7y9g/s320/IMG_1437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Despite that nearly all of the shops in the area were closed, the placa in front of the cathedral, Placa de Duomo, was filled with people. The benches surrounding the statue in the center was filled on the three sides with sunlight while children climbed up on to the fountain. Adjacent to the placa was an outdoor, covered, shopping center that formed an axis with the elements of the placa. Additionally, on the side opposite the shopping center was a façade that mirrored the shopping center façade. This mirroring affect gave Placa de Duomo an effective border. It was interesting to see how people moved through this space. Seeing that there was a sole statue in such a large space, it appeared that visitors still formed static places of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending some time in Placa de Duomo, I decided to see if I could see the panting of The Last Supper. After wandering through the city and finally finding the monastery that housed the fresco, I was disappointed to find out that admission for the day was sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185374461598342482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_YmmXrznVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/wgKaD0Pvvaw/s320/IMG_1445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;From here, I wasn’t sure what to do next, so I started to wander. While I was walking down one of the streets, a sculpture caught my eye. Once I arrived at the space, I noticed that there were &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_YnDXrznWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2LJyxxbqw-s/s1600-h/IMG_1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185374959814548834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_YnDXrznWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2LJyxxbqw-s/s200/IMG_1447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;two sculptures that went together. On one side of the street was a threaded needle. On the other side of the street was the knotted end of the thread inside of a fountain. The sculpture was planned such that it looked as if the needle was pulling the thread beneath the street and out on the other side. The context which the fountain and sculpture were set in were such that they divided a larger road into smaller streets leading off into different directions. As for the use of the space, it was a sunny and warm day; therefore, a few people sat on the edges of the fountain. Across the street where the needle poked out of the ground was a metro station, which was occupied by metro riders awaiting their trains, as well as relaxing in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;The sculpture in the area was a nice way to attract people’s attention when looking for the Cadorna metro station. It served as a landmark or reference point for visitors new to the city. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185375449440820594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_Ynf3rznXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1bVCMutFzfk/s320/Cadorna_metro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244783965042262063-3885558589443890521?l=blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3885558589443890521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4244783965042262063&amp;postID=3885558589443890521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default/3885558589443890521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default/3885558589443890521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/2008/03/adventures-through-milan.html' title='Adventures through Milan!'/><author><name>Lauren Blodgett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112848874138726674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_YmFXrznUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4huCdIK7y9g/s72-c/IMG_1437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244783965042262063.post-3415598106677944452</id><published>2008-03-25T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T05:43:04.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots in Italy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Back from Easter Break, which was the best Easter I've ever had!! I finally got to go to Sicily where my Grandfather is from and learn about some of my heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off a little rough--it was my first time flying/traveling by myself, and when I landed in Trapani airport in Sicily, it was a bit of an ordeal figuring out how to meet up with Nonni and Nonno! However,everything worked out and we began our great Easter weekend together! Once we arrived in Balestrate, we walked around the town, and down to _____ for dinner and had the best pizza I've ever had! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Good Friday, we went to Montelepre for an Easter procession through the streets of the town. People dressed up in costumes portraying scenes from both the Old and New testaments. It was almost a live Stations of the Cross type of event. Some people said they participate as their penance--it was a cold night and many of the participants had minimal clothing! Oh, and before the procession--we had the most AMAZING pasta I've ever had in my life! Fresh pasta noodles and delicious eggplant! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185065949802503330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_UOAnrznKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QllGpgGow_8/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we went to Monreale to the Cathedral. The exterior has been changed throughout time periods, similar to the mosques our class visited while in southern Spain. The interior of the Cathedral was gorgeous! Gold leaf EVERYWHERE! Although the church was beautiful; I think I was almost more amused by the plaza in front of the church. There were two staircases that lead below the plaza to bathrooms we had to pay to use!! There were skylights cut into the patio to allow light into each stall. I found it to be a nice way to add toilets to a public space without obstructing the view! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_UPKXrznLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bgQbl6IRgf0/s1600-h/IMG_1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_UQhHrznNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xk7caSgcBhw/s1600-h/IMG_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185068707171507410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_UQhHrznNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xk7caSgcBhw/s200/IMG_1369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_URIHrznPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VS7dwzkIO1w/s1600-h/IMG_1345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185069377186405618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_URIHrznPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VS7dwzkIO1w/s200/IMG_1345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185069037883989218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_UQ0XrznOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BEFMW78668k/s200/IMG_1332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, my Easter break ended in Partinico for Easter mass. Partinico is where my Great Grandfather was raised. The church we went to mass at is the church where he and my Great Grandmother were both baptized. Seeing where my family is from was an incredible experience. To make the experience even more worth while, being in Sicily with my grandparents gave me the opportunity for the first time in 22 years that I was one on one with my grandparents!! Along with that came a few experiences that I am their only grandchild who has experienced. Until this trip, I had never heard my grandfather speak in Italian/Sicilian, not even my mom has heard it! It was incredible to see where my family’s roots are and have a connection to a place outside of the U.S.! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185069888287513858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_URl3rznQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1qZFBh1-10I/s200/IMG_1416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday night, we went down the street to say goodbye to a few of my grandparents friends who own a restaurant down the street from the B&amp;amp;B we stayed at. The family was incredibly nice, and even though I didn’t speak Italian and they didn’t speak English, we found a way to bond, and I certainly miss them!&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, bright and early, I headed for Milan to spend the day before returning home to Barcelona!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244783965042262063-3415598106677944452?l=blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3415598106677944452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4244783965042262063&amp;postID=3415598106677944452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default/3415598106677944452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default/3415598106677944452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/2008/04/roots-in-italy.html' title='Roots in Italy'/><author><name>Lauren Blodgett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112848874138726674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_UOAnrznKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QllGpgGow_8/s72-c/IMG_1214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244783965042262063.post-8615963389702234163</id><published>2008-03-17T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T08:40:29.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOING TO MOROCCO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today we were told our hotel accomodations and other miscellaneous information about our upcoming class trip to Morocco! Our hotel is amazing!! There are only 12 rooms in the building and our group is occupying 10 of them! We basically have the place to ourselves. Not only that, but there is an Arab bath, similar to what we did in Cordoba, as part of the hotel complex. For your viewing pleasure, here's the link to where we will be staying:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dar-alandalous.com/"&gt;http://www.dar-alandalous.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;After being told this information, the entire group got even more excited than we all already are to be going to AFRICA! We're not only conquering Europe while we're here, but going to a whole other continent! The experience there will be quite different, but in a good way! None of us are used to the Muslim culture, and in Morocco, we've been told it's pretty intense. The guys have it easy, but 90% of the girls have to do some shopping! Our tight "skinny jeans" and low cut shirts are not going to suffice on this trip! Baggy pants and loo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R-rOPHrznBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DBVYbc0DImY/s1600-h/IMG_1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182181080399322130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R-rOPHrznBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DBVYbc0DImY/s320/IMG_1150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;se fitting shirts have been added to the shopping list! Hawra, one of my roommates, is from Kawait and when she went there to visit her family over Spring Break, she brough vails back for all the girls! We tried them on one night in the apartment...they're hot, as Hawra would say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;In the picture from left to right is me, Kristen, Hawra (the only one who can really pull off the look!), Jessie, and Stacey. We'll see if they become necessary while in Morocco! Everyone is excited to be going, but a little unsure about what to expect as far as clothing, food, and the rest of the atmosphere in general. All in all, it will be a fascinating experience!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244783965042262063-8615963389702234163?l=blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8615963389702234163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4244783965042262063&amp;postID=8615963389702234163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default/8615963389702234163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default/8615963389702234163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/2008/03/going-to-morocco.html' title='GOING TO MOROCCO!!!'/><author><name>Lauren Blodgett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112848874138726674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R-rOPHrznBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DBVYbc0DImY/s72-c/IMG_1150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244783965042262063.post-3886378529941975920</id><published>2008-03-16T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T08:41:17.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palm Sunday in Barcelona!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;This evening a few of us went to church for Palm Sunday at Catedral de Barcelona. We didn't really understand much of the service, but it was still a good intent of being at mass! Palm Sunday mass was a little different here in a number of ways. First, NO PALMS!!! I missed getting them when walking into the church and making the palms into crosses like when I was a kid. I guess that just made us pay more attention to trying to understand the mass that was being said in Spanish (difference number two!). Additionally, because the Cathedral is somewhat of a tourist spot, while mass was being said, there were tourists walking around other parts of the church taking pictures and other touristy things. They were quiet and respectful of the mass though.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the mass and on the topic of outdoor public spaces, I was surprised to see that the plaza in front of the church was not as full and eventful as I have seen it on other sundays. On most days, the area is full of people shopping in the area, stopping for a rest, skateboarding, etc. On sunday mornings especially, there are many different activities going on; however, on what I thought would be an eventful sunday in front of such a prominant church, the plaza was disappointingly empty. This shows how a public space can change from day to day and that even though a space seems lively on one day, the next day or week it could be as dull and boring as if the space is never used for anything more than a passageway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244783965042262063-3886378529941975920?l=blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3886378529941975920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4244783965042262063&amp;postID=3886378529941975920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default/3886378529941975920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default/3886378529941975920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/2008/03/palm-sunday-in-barcelona.html' title='Palm Sunday in Barcelona!'/><author><name>Lauren Blodgett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112848874138726674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244783965042262063.post-1215500948420056051</id><published>2008-03-11T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:11:52.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Switching Gears....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ff99;"&gt;So, now that it's been over a month since my last post--yikes--hopefully I can now make it into a daily routine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the classes I'm taking here in Barcelona, each student was asked to pick a topic about the city to follow and analyze. The focus of the studio we take here is urban design and a lot about how the open spaces between the buildings is designed. Therefore, the topic I chose to look in to is the way that the urban spaces are used. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;In Barcelona, there are many spaces whos functions change by the time of day. In the morning, a space could be empty; in the afternoon, it may be filled with sunlight and street performers; by the evening, it could either of theses two scenarios, or even something completely different.  Each urban space in the city has a mysterious function that is forever changing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;From here on out, this topic will be the main focus of my blog; although, there will still be comments about interesting daily occurences!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244783965042262063-1215500948420056051?l=blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1215500948420056051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4244783965042262063&amp;postID=1215500948420056051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default/1215500948420056051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default/1215500948420056051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/2008/03/switching-gears.html' title='Switching Gears....'/><author><name>Lauren Blodgett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112848874138726674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244783965042262063.post-331172407992566818</id><published>2008-03-10T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T09:23:36.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break '08...did someone say GREECE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Three days in Athens: the Acropolis; six days on the island of Santorin: the Agean Sea, and white houses with blue roves--who could ask for more?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182186015316745282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R-rSuXrznEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FqvcyybWOLc/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our first day in Athens--out to lunch at a restaurant near our AMAZING hostel! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Mike, Jessie, Me--on the other side of the table were Lindsey, Alwin, and Josh)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182187862152682610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R-rUZ3rznHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eOOaH00zKyw/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186168489382223282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_j4w3rznbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/621boZ5r3Nw/s320/Stoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The Stoa in the Ancient Greek Agora!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182188222929935490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R-rUu3rznII/AAAAAAAAAE0/V_F4eFVcq64/s320/IMG_0829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;THE PARTHENON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185072031476194578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_UTinrznRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YlEwnyv5OG8/s320/IMG_0852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The 2000 Olympic Stadium...CALATRAVA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185074664291147042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R_UV73rznSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SKZkSnPi4kM/s320/IMG_0886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Our ferry to Santorini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244783965042262063-331172407992566818?l=blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/feeds/331172407992566818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4244783965042262063&amp;postID=331172407992566818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default/331172407992566818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default/331172407992566818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break-08did-someone-say-greece.html' title='Spring Break &apos;08...did someone say GREECE?'/><author><name>Lauren Blodgett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112848874138726674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R-rSuXrznEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FqvcyybWOLc/s72-c/IMG_0738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244783965042262063.post-1293267353832019532</id><published>2008-01-22T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T11:11:56.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo, Classes Come with Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5tPlq51hwI/AAAAAAAAACY/rxl4rUr3BDw/s1600-h/IMG_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159805306673661698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5tPlq51hwI/AAAAAAAAACY/rxl4rUr3BDw/s200/IMG_1298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The second week in Barcelona started to actually feel like classes again. We have a few assignments due along with pin-ups (which means a lack of sleep). That was on Tuesday, the rest of the week went by quickly as usual. It's great not having classes on Fridays! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5tPN651hvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/w-rImH4IhNA/s1600-h/IMG_1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've gotten into a routine. It goes: Mon-Thurs: classes; Thurs. night: club; Fri: explore the city (this week went to the olympic stadium and Barcelona Pavillion!!!); Fri. night: bars (we found a bar near our apartment that we love--L'Ovella Negra, which means Black Sheep). It's a good routine! We like it. So far we've gone to two clubs, Sutton and Catwalk. Both were pretty cool. Catwalk is on the beach with a few other clubs around. Last weekend our big adventure was to Park Guell, a park designed by Antoni Gaudi. It was pretty amazing! It overlooks the city and we could see La Segrada Familia, another Gaudi project, and a few other places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5tRWq51hxI/AAAAAAAAACg/u3NRZ_3G_a8/s1600-h/IMG_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;We have some work to get done this weekend though, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Saturday and Sunday might not be as fun ): BUT! Our first studio project is due on Thursday and then we leave on Saturday for Madrid and southern Spain! Yay, our first field trip! We're ready to explore some more cities, and other coutries!!! We're thinking of visiting the other half of the CUArch study abroad program in Rome the following weekend! Then who knows what will follow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244783965042262063-1293267353832019532?l=blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1293267353832019532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4244783965042262063&amp;postID=1293267353832019532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default/1293267353832019532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default/1293267353832019532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/2008/01/boo-classes-come-with-work.html' title='Boo, Classes Come with Work'/><author><name>Lauren Blodgett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112848874138726674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5tPlq51hwI/AAAAAAAAACY/rxl4rUr3BDw/s72-c/IMG_1298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244783965042262063.post-8835998880591582558</id><published>2008-01-19T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T10:27:18.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157253582339237650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5I-zw_w5xI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EaSGjYy4kk0/s320/100_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Basically I've fallen in love with this city and we've only been here for a week--and we have four months left! We just got the keys to our studio so we can get into it whenever we want and use the internet since we don't have it in our apartments. Hence why I'm finally sitting down and figuring out how to do this blog thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5I8qg_w5tI/AAAAAAAAABY/85hq8F_uUCk/s1600-h/IMG_0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157251224402192082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5I8qg_w5tI/AAAAAAAAABY/85hq8F_uUCk/s200/IMG_0974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So from the beginning--our flight went well, it was a little bumpy, but not too bad. Six of us flew out of Newark International Airport and had a layover in Heathrow in London where we met up with the eight people who flew out of Dulles in DC and we all flew to "Barthelona" (yeah they say it like that) together. When we got to Spain, we flew in along the coast of Barcelona over the Mediterranean and were able to see a lot of the port, including the Olympics stadium and telecommunication tower by Santiago Calatrava who is one of my favorite architects. Th&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5I7-g_w5sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bQ7cNlYNue8/s1600-h/IMG_1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157250468487947970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5I7-g_w5sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bQ7cNlYNue8/s200/IMG_1009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e airport was about ten minutes from our studio, but the street our studio on was too small for the cars to go down, so we all pilled out of our vans (there were three people per van) and carried all our l&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5I9LA_w5uI/AAAAAAAAABg/TFfpT8vF_Hc/s1600-h/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157251782747940578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5I9LA_w5uI/AAAAAAAAABg/TFfpT8vF_Hc/s200/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uggage down the street. We met up with our studio teachers etc. who gave us our keys and directed us to our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R45FjQ_w5rI/AAAAAAAAABI/XhYTO8ReG0s/s1600-h/IMG_1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;apartment. The apartment I'm living in with five other girls is just down the street, so we didn't have a long walk, but the guy’s apartment was about a 20 minute walk! Our apartment is gorgeous with an amazing view. I love EVERYTHING here so far! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5I9xQ_w5vI/AAAAAAAAABo/QKq11NkRNEs/s1600-h/IMG_1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157252439877936882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5I9xQ_w5vI/AAAAAAAAABo/QKq11NkRNEs/s200/IMG_1054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the weekend walking around the city. We saw some of Antoni Gaudi's buildings, another great architect! It's hard to believe that we can walk out on the street and actually see so many of the buildings we've learned about. We went down to the water front and saw Frank Gehry's fish. That was pretty exciting! We spent about five hours walking around and taking pictures by the water. It was amazing to be on the Mediterranean! Everything about this city is exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our classes st&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5I_HQ_w5yI/AAAAAAAAACA/9cFC6EAfcfk/s1600-h/IMG_1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157253917346686754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5I_HQ_w5yI/AAAAAAAAACA/9cFC6EAfcfk/s200/IMG_1146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;arted on Monday, but it doesn’t feel like class! We’re taking 18 credits, but our theory, history, and studio are combined into a four hour class which would be solely studio back at home! We have that on Monday and Wednesday, and only studio on Thursday. On Tuesday, we have a fieldtrip/sketching class where we go out to different places in the city. Yesterday, our assignment was Christi, our teacher who we love, took us on the metro and dropped us off where we broke up in to partners. Then we had to wander the streets following our senses to dictate the paths we took. We weren’t allowed to use a map until each partner took their “journey” for an hour. That was a lot of fun! From pictures we took and whatever else we want, we have to make a collage of our trip and make our own map! Our other class on Tuesday is Spanish. It’s pretty intense. Our teacher won’t talk English at all! He is able to, but doesn’t. That class ends in March though, so for the last month we’re here, we will only have one class on Tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm sure everyone's concerned with how we're eating &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5I_6g_w5zI/AAAAAAAAACI/oXIVcaE5qK8/s1600-h/DSCN2779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157254797814982450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5I_6g_w5zI/AAAAAAAAACI/oXIVcaE5qK8/s200/DSCN2779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;over here. And the answer is that we would starve if it wasn't for our personal chef, Josh. Who is actually just one of our friends who cooks really well and makes us whatever we want! It's glorious. And we go through bagguettes like it's our job. The bakery below our apartment doesn't help with this obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave in two weeks to go on our first group trip. We will be going to Seville, Granada, Cordoba, Toledo, and Madrid. We’ll spend a week and two days going to these places. We’re excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s about the jist of what’s happened since we’ve been here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244783965042262063-8835998880591582558?l=blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8835998880591582558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4244783965042262063&amp;postID=8835998880591582558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default/8835998880591582558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244783965042262063/posts/default/8835998880591582558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodgettbcn2008.blogspot.com/2008/01/basically-ive-fallen-in-love-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren Blodgett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112848874138726674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JfE_AzwlgZk/R5I-zw_w5xI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EaSGjYy4kk0/s72-c/100_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
