Ok, so...
After infinitely too much transportation (Tram->Train->Bus->Plane->Bus->Metro) and 3 countries over the course of 12 hours (Netherlands, Belgium, Spain) I am, at long last, writing you from Barcelona!
(and using a real ¿SPANISH? keyboard, no less)
This keyboard confuses the bejesus out of me and the computer thinks everything I type is wrong because it´s not in Spanish, so let´s make this quick...
Left Amsterdam, took the train to Brussels, ate waffels, hopped on a flight to Barcelona, raced the closing metro (¿seriously? ¿it closes at 23:00? ¿WTF?) and checked into the hostel...where they took us on a tour of the space...in SPANISH...and warned us about the Canadians, of which there are apparently many.
In the choose your own adventure game of life, we picked the lame option and decided that, while we could make friends and hit the town, we would rather make friends after we didn´t smell like 3 countries in less than 12 hours...So we hunted down a pizza place that was still serving, ate in the park, showered and slept like the lardass lamefaces we are.
Tonight, the hostel is leading something called "Ultimate Party Wednesday"
Friends will be made, adventures will be had, and I´ll try to make this keyboard work for me enough that I can keep this show on the road...
Now how about finding some tapas...
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