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January 2008  |  Issue #2  |  Joanna Clay

Last friday we went to see these Greek and Roman ruins in Empuries - a really cute city on the coast of Spain near France. Hillary and I decided once you've seen ruins, you've seen 'em all. Just to let you in on a little secret... they're just ROCKS. I explain this to my friend Yael and I say "Who the h*** likes this stuff?" She exclaims, "I DO! Joanna you are an Anthropology major for crying out loud." I say, "Yael, I do not study rocks. I study topless women, hallucinogenic drugs, tribal dancing, monkey behavior...NOT ROCKS. Let's get that straight." So Hillary and I create a far superior activity....

You know when you're looking at things in the distance and you squish it from far away with your fingers so it looks super small? Well, we started doing that, but squishing rocks gets boring. So I'm like how funny/really stupid..would it be to squish random foreigners? So there is this random dude holding a map and she does it. He caught on to our game. So, I do it again 10 minutes later. He basically thought we were huge freaks. After walking away from the tour, staring at some rocks, & squishing tourists we decide we really should take a break so we decide to get some coffee.

So we get back on the bus and are on our way to the Dali museum. We stop at this hotel in Figueres where our coordinators have planned a great lunch for us. We eat some weird sausages, salads, bread, and paella accompanied by endless cheap wine. After our meal they bring over decanters with really sweet sherry. People misinterpret the decanter as some sort of sippy cup which only perpetuates the American reputation as the classiest and most cultured people in the world. They wrap their napkins around their necks, chugging sherry, chanting, taking pictures. I decided to be sophisticated, sip my sherry and hold a bottle of red wine hostage so those fools didn't steal it.

We finally arrive at the Dali museum with about thirty drunk people, and guess who is the first person we see? The weird tourist we were squishing at the ruins! Regardless of awkward interactions, the Dali museum was probably one of the best places I have ever been. I wish I knew more of what was going on in his head. There is a lip couch sculpture which is so amazing. You climb up on a viewing block and everything comes together as a face. I think it may be Mae West.

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