Barcelona

Well this computer is some language I dont understand, probly Dutch or some eastern european one, because i was just told to logga in, which i dont understand, but it got me here to write on my blog.

the past few days have been like a bruce willis movie, fuckign non stop.

the flight to barca was fine, its jsut the sightseeing thats killing me. its nice to get my feet off the pavement, but im also glad because i saw shit without being a lazy asshole as usual.

ive got some good stories including the hostel and the nightlife here in barcelona, but id rather share it later or in person.

the hostel is not bad, we only paid around 60 euros for 3 nights, which is sweet, but i wishe we were at hello bcn, where the atmosphere is much cooler. this ones much more laid back and less organized but its not too bad. this is probly like the 5th time ive paid for internet, and i finally learned to buy 1 hr at a time instead of the short ass 30 mins, which usually only feels like 15.

anyway we did so much crap in barca. the city is really amazing, actually. i finally understand what people mean when they say they fall in love with a city. i guess thats not true, because i finally fell in love with gville, too, but it was more like an ugly girl whose personality wins u over at the end, so barcas more like the hott girl who u immediately see and are like, wow, and realize at the end, that shes sorta annoying and ridiculous but u still love her bc shes freaking sweet.

the amount of artwork and architecture thats crammed into a block is immense. its like gaudi shat all over the city and thats a wonderful thing, not in the least negative. id have to say parc guell was my favorite sight, mainly because a lot of work went into getting there and it was just very chill and relaxing, especially the marble breezeway.

if i had known barca had manmade beaches, i would have brought my trunks, but wed have been too tired to go anyway, id say.

i got to try crema catalana today, too, which was really good, as the rest of the group can attest to. especially jlo, she loved that shit. now time for a siesta because we have a killer 630 flight to catch back to sevilla. and then hopefully a bullfight on sunday.

hasta luego, dawgs.