Ich werde mit meiner spanischen Zukünftigen in 2 Jahren nach Barcelona ziehen, und dann kriegt mich da keiner mehr weg. It's thee place to be!!!
Universidad de Barcelona
|Titel des Studiengangs
||Wirtschaftswissenschaften - BWL
Studienbedingungen und Ausstattung der Hochschule
Super Sportanlagen, PC's historisch
Services und Angebote
Para decir la verdad, no me importaban las empresas mucho... mas la marcha :)
Kosten und Gebühren
Alles in allem - inklusive Reisen, Miete, Partys, Carajillos, Cervezas, etc. - lag mein monatlicher Kapitalbedarf bei ca. 1800,- DM.
Sehr viele Veranstaltungen. Aufgrund der Größe der UB (>60.000) ist alles jedoch recht unüberschaubar. Meine WG-Kollegen waren aber an ESADE im Rahmen des CEMS-Programms. Da war sofort klar, wo es lang gehen würde... :)
Metro, Bus. Barcelona verfügt seit den Olympischen Spielen über eine super Infrastruktur. Parkplätze gibt es so gut wie keine. Daher ist ein Auto nur sinnvoll, wenn man bei Kurztrips nicht darauf verzichten will.
Das sollte man mitbringen
Kreditkarte, Handy! Vor Ort sollte man sich dann eine Pre-paid Karte holen.
Fragt Fabian Wasmus, der 2 Stockwerke über mir gewohnt hat.. - Mitten im Zentrum im Barrio Chino in einem Altbau von 1848... Dementsprechend "anders" war die 3er WG auch. Im Nachhinein bereue ich den autentischen Kick, der mich immer noch in Melancholie schießt, aber keineswegs. El precio: 400,- DM warm
Nine guys, five female, four male, five countries
It all began at Jons party... Some guys, Ruben and Steve to name but a few, decided to spend the upcoming weekend in Seville. They wanted to fly down there and stay from Thursday to Monday. - It was Sameers and Roni´s idea to rent a van and make this trip by car instead. Soon a crew of nine young and brave volunteers was found and with great anticipation we all were waiting for ...
Sameer had to cancel the trip, because some friends had arrived, and so Veronika is the lucky one to take his place. Now its up to us: Anna, Anne (French), Ivan (Argentinan), Veronika (Swedish), Kathy, Chris, Jodie, Roni (Canadian) and Flo (German)...the fabulous nine!
Of course we cant leave ESADE at 1.30. Usual personal delays... - But finally theres the bus, the nine of us and the luggage packed. So nothing but Anne´s everlasting hunger can stop us now. Since the rest of us neglect her demand for food, we are off on our way to the first stop
After three hours of fun and singing were crossing the city border. And for the very first time one of these famous discussions starts, where to eat, where to go and where to park. Its raining cats and dogs and its freezing. After having made plenty of photos of this extremely big Pilar church, we decide that Mc Donalds all right. - Fine, but where to park? Theres no fucking place to park nowhere... - Well, we have Roni, who takes care of that problem. He just parks directly in front of the Mc Donalds on the sidewalk at a bus-stop! Thats worth some applause. - Having smoked and peed, being stuffed with fast food, were aiming at our next stop
Madrids really a great place. And since weve absolutely no clue where to go and where to park, were just cruising around for a while, and thus, of course, we see quite a lot of the city. Roni keeps on asking 90% of the Madrilenians for directions to nowhere while Veronika´s apparently impressed by their good looking. Were having a lot of fun...and, by the way, wheres the fucking centre?
After having found it, "mucho gusto", again we have this parking problem. And this time we really have a problem... We find some parking garage, cool
<> But this fucking place isnt built for vans that big, shit!... Suddenly our rear gets stuck
Fuck!!! - Roni totally cracks out
Well, its a fucking rental car... Meanwhile hundreds of cars are waiting behind us, hooting... Fuck´em - We are laughing like hell, its too much
Roni, you OK?
Finally the garage dude makes all of us get into the trunk, so that the van can move backwards. And damn, it works. That guy isnt that dumb
We are back to freedom and after some more exciting cruising we find an accurate parking garage.
Everybody has to do one thing now - no alternatives - and that is: Pee! And hey, a PANS over there! People are gawking at us! 9 guys walking into the place, heading straight for the bathroom
After checking the walking zone we split on our never-ending search for food: burgers vs. bocadillos. - A quick photo session on Plaza Mayor
well, actually our photo sessions last forever, because, of course, everybody wants to have the same identical pictures. Now weve seen everything being worth to be seen in Madrid. Three hours of fun in a cool city and were on the road again... - By the way, did you know there was water in Madrid...weve just crossed a bridge!
Ivans driving now, and he too does a very good job, just like Roni. We hit Seville at about 6 am after 16 hours of examining a pretty dark Spain - and we definitely need a bed now! The plan is to conquer the hotel, wake up Ruben and co., get some bed and sleep! It works
After 12 hours in a bus, you know how great a bed feels. Thats probably why most of us stay in there until two...
In the afternoon its sight-seeing time. We split and explore the town in small groups: Cathedral, Plaza Español, Juan Carlos´ bathrooms...the complete programme. Its a very nice city with a lot of Arabic influence. You can see that everywhere. And those dudes didnt destroy our culture back in the day as we used to do
For the night Ruben has arranged something with a couple of students from Seville. So, after inhaling Sangría-Vodka in our Palais like hotel were heading for a cool Flamenco-Bar to experience 100% Spain. Altogether its a bunch of more than 20 now, together with Jon, Steve and all the others who took the plane.
Its really a cool place with guitar-players and great atmosphere. Somehow Kathy is too inspired by the performance of a local dancer. She suddenly dances the funky Flamenco chicken, turning herself into the Flamenco Queen of Seville
Are you drunk? Veronika sees herself loosing ground and decides to accompany Kathy, whos totally in it now! The Swedish-Canadian Flamenco-Inferno is complete
After a while, still breathing Spain, we move on to another bar. But, man, this bar sucks, and so we agree on discovering the club scene right away... Of course, it has to be a Pijo place, and the one we choose is great. Cool music and good people, and hey, whats going on? Suddenly Anna and Anne are starting to argue about
well, actually nothing. They act like two girlies in their puberty and fortunately theres no mud around to wrestle
Ivan gives a shit and enjoys the music from the 80ies. Chris is dancing like its his last time to dance and Veronika´s flirting around with every single male available. The other ones just get wasted far beyond reasonable doubt
Its a great night and somehow, sometime everybody makes it back to the hotel, except one...
Its like yesterday: First we chill out intensively, then we go and see the sights we havent seen yet. - Oh, Ivans back...
For the night a dinners been planned in a village outside of Seville. To get there we have to be sort of flexible: 16 people gotsta fit in the van
and it works perfectly: 3 in the front, 3 in the trunk and 10 in between.
We arrive at the restaurant 26 people and, guess what, theres only one table for four! Who the fuck didnt make a reservation??? Goodness, 26 guys and no reservation. Even Mc Donalds would make us wait to be seated
But, of course, we are flexible. We just change plans and go back to the city. And that is definitely bad for those guys who didnt eat anything before. Why? Because our Lebanese friend just parks in the centre of the middle of nowhere. Theres no fucking bar, no restaurant no nothing within one square mile. We walk and walk and walk
Hey, thank you, Roni! and the groups being torn into pieces. Everybody finds himself something eatable, and then some go to a Salsa-Bar, some hang around in different pubs, bars and clubs, and theres still water in Madrid... The Seville nightlife is great and everybody parties his or her ass off, especially Chris and Ivan...
Weve decided to leave Seville on Sunday and see some more places. Of course, extensive discussions emerge - in accordance with the fucking UN peace treaty though - where to go, what to do, where to park... Several teachers had told us that the cutest Spanish boys lived in Cordoba. And so, we almost go there, but then the reason triumphs and we are heading for
After 3 hours we arrive, and since some of us are kind of educated and know that one has to see the Alhambra, Europes biggest castle, we go straight there (Wheres the centre, Roni? - OK, lets ask someone!). The Alhambras impressive. Its huge. Unfortunately we cannot get in, because its dark and late already. We make the best out of it and try to climb the walls instead. But even without any defending squad we just dont make it. Roni really tries hard
Of course the guys have to shoot some pictures again. And once more a poor aborigines confronted with 24353 cameras
At the foot of the mountain theres a very nice part of the city with lots of old historical houses, dark lanes, a small river and many tiny bars. We decide to stay and search for a restaurant
After countless suggestions, we find a decent place. <>
In the ASADOR Plaza Mayor Bocadilleria, Gran Cafe desde 1996, we enjoy a fabulous dinner, having a great controversy about sexual revolution, girls being topless at beaches and why theres no water in Madrid anymore. Its so funny to listen to the Arabic-Argentinean point of view meeting more open ones. And since its more kind of an oral fight than an argument, being fought with meanest rhetorical weapons, the famous, historical Fucking UN Peace Treaty has to be signed by everybody, witnessed by Hovard, the impartial Norwegian.
Veronikas still marketing Cordoba, but in the end its fabulous boys just cannot convince the rest of the group and a vote on our next stop confirms the coastal route via...Alicante.
Its about midnight when we leave Granada, facing a 6-hour trip to Alicante. Ivan, Anne and Flo are sitting in the front, taking care of not falling asleep. The first achievement of those losers is to take a wrong exit., which means a detour via Andalusias countryside. Well, most of the others are sleeping and nobody complains. Anyway, the three upfront are convinced to have discovered a much more beautiful route... <>
To keep Ivan awake were singing the songs, we all have been listening to for four days now. And were so good at singing the songs weve been listening to for four days, that we accomplish to do so for more than five hours!
Somewhere in the centre of the centre of the middle of nowhere we have to stop at a gas station. Were definitely not the type of people that get along very well with the word boring, so Flo spontaneously throws in some Snoop Doggy Dog tape and the partys pumping
Everybody starts to dance the already established funky Flamenco chicken and Ivan and Roni even use the vans roof as a dance floor! But what can the gas man say? Crazy Germans? Crazy Canadians? Crazy Swedish? No cliché fits, damn it!
Finally we arrive in Alicante and there we just want to grab some more sleep before the famous Alicante sunrise will make us freeze in astonishment
Man, its so difficult to sleep in a 9-people-van with actually 9 people in the fucking van. Hey, cant you guys just shut the fuck up?! Man, your feet stink, brother! Who farted??? Can you open the window, please? Can you shut the fucking window, its freezing!
Somehow we just cannot keep silent. But its so funny. As mentioned above, one major reason, why we are here in Alicante is its gripping sunrise. But almost everybody is fucked up and tired and when we wake up its a beautiful sunny day, apparently with the sun risen already
We are definitely very fortunate with the weather that day. Sunny, no clouds and water in Madrid. But before we can throw Chris and Veronika into the water we have to brunch first. - The Croissants are delicious and gradually everybody wakes up.
Its awesome: 25 degrees, the water not too cold and Ronis butthair trimmed. Our French Connection shocks the Arabic-Argentinean world view by being really topless and Chris still lying in the van being ill and tired, not knowing whats gonna happen to him! First Ivan, Flo and Roni attack poor Veronika. Somehow its mean, but well, theres a child in everyone of us... - Then its Chris´ turn. After getting rid of watches and credit cards the stormy sea swallows him
We all are having a great time at the beach, and even if therere no bridges theres definitely water in Alicante which we leave at about one aiming at our final stop
As usual we dont know where to go and where to park. At least we do know what to do: eat. For the second time Roni parks totally illegal with the warning flashers warning, and then were having our final lunch together or dinner or whatever you call it.
Roni makes the last 358 kilometres thats left perfectly, and around 8 p.m. were back in the city.
Partys: ESADE-Partys(!!!), Hauspartys
Locations: Rosebud, Otto Zutz, Nick Havana, L'oveja negra, Mira Blau, u.v.m.
Ausflüge: Andorra, Süden, Norden, Westen, Montserrat, Costa Brava, Valencia, u.v.m.
Shopping: La Illa (Mall, Diagonal)
Ablauf des Interviews
Die Uni Bamberg ist klein, relativ unbekannt und hat keine große Lobby... Eines hat sie jedoch, ein hervorragendes Angebot an Auslandsstudienplätzen. Das Bewerbungsprozedere war sicherlich sehr institutionalisiert, wie überall, der Bottle-neck aber sehr breit, das Annahmeverfahren verlief ohne Komplikationen.