Barcelona, la ciudad al lado de la mar (6.27.03)

Hola again friends,

Barcelona Day 1:

When I last left Leif and I were sleepless in London, flying to Barcelona. We
arrived in Girona airport, where the only thing Leif or I had were offerings
for the porcelain gods. six hours and 7 kinds of alcohol make my stomach feel
wonderful. we took another hour long bus ride, Ryan Air airports are in da
cuts, to Barcelona, and a cab to our hostel, down by da beach. I actually used
some Spanish for the first time in years and we found out halfway thru that we
are charged a euro for each bag we bring. Sheists.... Our hostel is right on
the beach where they just finished celebrating the Spanish Independence or
something. the beach is a worse wreck than Leif or I, hard considering our
current state of hangovers and an hour of sleep in a day and a half. We try to
find some nice camas(beds), but we can not find this comfort until 2:30 and its
10:30. we meet back up with Ben and Brain, who are fairing just slightly
better than Leif and I. They go off exploring while Leif and I try to
ascertain nirvana on the foul smelling beach. About a half-an-hour into the
best sleep ever, the rain gods send us a gift alond the los dios de los
vientos)wind gods) at one as well. Thankfully, we stroll down to find a nice
bench where another hour and refreshment is finally due. we find our beds,
pass out, and six hours later awaken to go find some dinner. after arguing
about a place to eat, in other words, lets get everybody what they want, the
non-vegetarians are treated to a five course seafood dinner and Leif gets a
half cooked pizza with a cheese that reminds him of the plane flight from
London to Barcelona. We go out trying to find the party, only to see a bunch
of empty clubs and bars at 1:30am. We reluctantly roll back home and pass out.

Cheers,

Peter