España!

Barcelona is a beautiful place indeed. I have walked more today then ever in my life I think. If you want to check a map I walked from Plca. Catalunya (the middle) to Montjuic (the bottom) climbed the Jew Mountain till I reached what I thought was the top but found out was a really high middle with magnificent views of the whole city! As I was staring out over Barcelona I was a little bummed that the fountain nearby wasn´t on. So to cure my bummer I grabbed a water and as if by magic that made the fountain turn on. It was muy tranquilo with a jardin full of fragrant greenery and raked gravelly track dirt and the ocean stretching far far away. Lovely. From there it was back home with a pitstop at an open market for the cheapest eggs in Europe and huuuge pimiento rojo. Of course I came out on the wrong side and got lost walking for literally an hour. I got back had a tiny muffin and laid around a bit before I set out to find La Sagrada Familia. That was almost 2 hours ago... I still havent seen it up close. But I did stumble upon Le Arc de Triomf on the way. Well I stumbled upon a sign and then proceeded to stumble upon alley after alley of shops and carrera lined with Sycamores and cafes selling tapas. Eventually this led me to the Arc. It was way more increible than I imagined. I wondered a bit on the path and found a gaggle of old men playing that game with a little red ball and big heavy metal balls. Honestly I have no idea how they kept score or recovered their balls after the toss. They looked the exact same. From there it was more curious wondering adn finally a revelation that only dissapointed when I realized I needed a tarjeta credito with money to rent a bike! Frustrating. Well to backtrack to leaving London. Erica and I took the tube and had lot´s of fun with the seemingly simple fare set-up and went to Buckingham. Where I took maybe 300 bad pictures of Erica. I was under the impression I got at least four good ones but ya know. Mostly it was because the sun was in her eyes and I was having fun taking pics of her squinting for some time. From there we went to the tube and parted ways. Her to Heathrow me to King´s Cross. The train to Luton from there was 12 pounds! I just about burned the place down. The train was quick though and I had fun at the airport for 6 hours lol and ate a few Clif Bars. The first thing I see when I get off the bus in Barcelona. After meeting some Americans in a large group that seemed a. not interested in me and b. young. Well after that my first impression of Spain, as I stubbornly set off to walk to my hostel, was a couple of gay guys making out pretty intensely. On the way to the Ramblas I saw couple after couple of gay guys holding hands. It wasn´t a problem it was just a little surprising seing so many gay couples at once when no one else was out?? At the Ramblas I was offered hash a few times (which I was scared was laced with crack) and then finally gave up on finding my hostel and grabbed a cab. Lesson 1 in my Espanol no es muy bueno. He told me that everything I knew about where I was headed (not much), everything I said in his language, everything I did really and everything the traffic did was not wrong (equivicado) but very dificil. This was his favorite word. "Necesito a la Hostal de Rambla de Catalunya" "Sabes el fir?" "no se" "Oye dificil" and so began my odyssey. I rolled in at midnight and the internet was vroking so they had to go in the back pull a file look me up not find me make me pay then show me the room and tell me to check back later. Flustered. I wish to continue but is not much more. Also I need to book for this weekend...if I can...oh nvm. Um yeah well it´s very nice here. hmmmm... I will be in Holland in a week and hopefully speaking English... to people..not myself. Alright that was a joke I´m not that lonely!

Ciao