We've passed the halfway point...

As of today, I am officially past the halfway point of my journey, and from here on forward, I go it alone.
This morning, Margaret shipped back to the US and this evening, I ship off to Seville in the south of Spain, where it is currently a gazillion degrees and sunny.
As I told my good friend Novia, I´m gonna be a charred and crispy mess if I don´t make friends who are willing to sunscreen my back early in this leg of the trip...Either that or I'll just pour a puddle (who am I kidding, probably a small lake) of sunscreen on the ground and roll around in it until I feel I am sufficiently coated... Or I'll rig the hostel showers to spray sunscreen instead of water...But probably the pig-like wallowing...it seems like a good plan...
What did you miss in the last couple of days while I've been lazily not updating like I should be?
Two of our new bunkmates almost got thrown out of the hostel for being rowdy and obnoxious (though even I must admit, their bromance was thoroughly charming), we gave in to our weak will and, after eating our weight in paella, returned to the Irish pub (especially amusing because this seems to be a trend in my life. When I was in Barcelona in November of 2008 we became regulars at Molly's Fair City, an Irish pub near the hostel we were staying in at the time, and now this Pubmance with the Michael Collins pub near the hostel we stayed in this time? I'm a SpanIrish pub fiend...) and we stayed out past metro-closing yesterday eating all the pizza and gelato Spain could provide and had to take a cab back to the hostel... So pretty much, we did nothing but eat...
Well, I guess we also failed to find some of the sights and instead, people watched and took a nap in the Parc de la Ciutadella...
I'd say Barcelona's been good to me...But now it's on to the next, being played off by a bespectacled hostel guest plucking a bluesy tune on the common room guitar.