Hola! Coma estes? Muy bien!

Dear Barcelona and/or Spain,

I adore you. You are, without question, my favorite.

Although our trip started off a bit rocky, it was worth every single hour of flight delays, every wasted hostel euro, and the blisters on my feet.

When we finally touched down on your gracious land at 2:30 a.m. (2 1/2 hours after the last bus to Barcelona from Girona had left), I didn't care that we had just waited for four hours on the plane before leaving Edinburgh because the French air people were striking or that we had missed that last bus to Barcelona. I was just happy to be standing in the delicious, brisk 50 degree air where no rain pelted my body as it had been in Edinburgh.

Yes, we did have to attempt to sleep in the airport, which at Girona means on the floor. Yes, I did only get approximately two hours of sleep Thursday night, but the next morning, when the sun rose and and the brilliant blue sky lit up against the dark mountains and green terrain, I still fell in love.

And ah! Barcelona! You are beautiful without a doubt...old buildings mixed with terraced apartments, wide streets, and charming food shops! Bright colors line your streets and charming roads takes one to amazing places...sigh. To be back there now, in the warmth....

I will visit you again, lovely place. This is a promise.

Till then I am forever yours,
Rachel

The Library at MSU

Dear Missouri State Library,

I love you.

I know in the past we've had our differences, particularly in Fall 2008 during "The Great English Debacle of My Freshman Year." However, my feelings towards you have improved immensely and I now adore you.

I have officially seen three college libraries now and know that you are - by far - the absolute best: the best organized, the most easily available, and the only one which can be accessed from across the Atlantic Ocean and still help me write my paper for a class in another university.

Yes, this is why I am paying homage to you MSU Library. Your indexes and databases collection online with extensive full-text articles has saved my life. Here I was, sitting in silly Scotland where nothing full-text is online for my easy enjoyment and needful paper-writing, and I logged on to your beautiful server and was able to find thousands of the academic articles and essays I needed to write my food and wine pairing paper.

And because you are so amazing, you don't stop at EBSCOhost. No. You have an entire database called the "Culinary Arts Collection."

Can we get married?

Lovingly yours,
Rachel

My Box!!!!

Dear Mom and Dad,

Thank you soooooooo much for my box of American goodness. I almost cried tears of joy. My box was the highlight of my day....no...my week!

Although, currently I have a bit of a problem. It is called "rationing." See...I'm not sure I know what that word means really - as in - hmm...I can't eat ALL of my food now because I will not be getting anything else from the States until my lovely self returns there in person in May. Therefore - rationing.

Dictionary.com defines a ration as

1. a fixed allowance of provisions or food, esp. for soldiers or sailors or civilians during a shortage
or
2. an allotted amount

Hmm....I suppose this means I can't ONLY eat orange slices and Sweetarts and Lipton rice meals for the next week. Boo....Oh well. It'll be better in the long run.

Thanks again!
Rachel

The Superbowl and American Sports in Scotland

Dear Scotland's Pubs (especially the Golf Tavern),

Thank you Golf Tavern for showing the Superbowl on TV. I cannot watch it on my computer as I cannot pick up any sort of American websites with video and it was nice to do something completely American for once.

I will not lie though. It did make me sad. Silly American Superbowl...they just didn't do you justice here in the UK. There were no cool commercials...or funny beer ads...or hot wings. Just a lot of drunken Scottish people who don't really know what's going on...but that's ok. I appreciate the effort. (Ps. The game was bangin'!!! Go Saints!)

As far as for other sports Scotland....you really need to get to crackin' on something other than your "futbol." I don't even know if that's how you spell it. Maybe you spell it like ours - football. Anyway...the point is - I'm sorry I do not like soccer, but I don't. I could really use some basketball in my life. I won't even be picky and say Kentucky basketball because I know that is pushing it. But I know - I know! - you can at least give me a little NBA. And...yea....I am definitely going to need you to get me some March Madness real quick. I cannot do this not knowing who's winning what games during March Madness. It's just not gonna fly.

So...yea...work on that. And we'll keep in touch. :)

Love,
Rachel

An Ode to Nutella

Oh Nutella,
How you add to my thighs.
Your glistening chocolate color
Makes me break out in sighs.

I am afraid that,
My love has become an addiction.
It really is not okay,
Even though you have some nutrition.

It might only be 200 cal
To eat a spoon of you
But really, that's not a lot
And makes me say boo.

Because just a spoon of Nutella
Is not quite enough
To not eat the whole jar
Is really, really tough.

That is why, Nutella,
We must get a divorce.
My body really hates you
And is full of remorse.

Goodbye Nutella.
Well...at least until Saturday.
I can't say no to you then,
Because it's your official holiday.