Italia amazingness

The past ten days have been an amazing adventure that actually started from another incredible story of which I have neglected to write out yet. The short version of how I came to be invited on a tour of Italy with 4 incredibly cool and crazy girls goes something like this:


"My friend Samantha Smith is studying in Sevilla and came to Barcelona with some friends and I said they should skip their flight and stay in Barcelona for the weekend, so they did but accidentally ended up adding 3 days, a ten hour expensive train ride home, and a bit of stress to their trip, but through the process we all became friends and I got invited to go to Italy with them if I wanted"


Whew...ok, that story is a lot better and a lot crazier, but this post is going to be about ten pages long but that story leads to this one so there ya go.



So after a week of frantically throwing together travel plans and working extra hours to get the time off it was finally time for my much anticipated Italian adventure with 4 lovely ladies. My flight got into Rome a few hours before the girls, so I checked out where and how to get train tickets into the city and to our respective hostels (this will turn out to be the first and only time I am at all ahead of the curve on directions or any sort of planning and it took me two hours alone in an airport to make it happen). I also finished a book, which I was proud of so I'm throwing it in there for you to know. When they finally arrived there was a round of hugs from the girls I had hung out with in Barcelona, and one introduction to Betsy who is good friends with the others, but a new one for me. But before I continue, let me introduce you to an incredible group of girls, I am proud to call my friends.





Meet Sam, She has been friends with Mallory forever and we went to highschool together. Also, she holds the record for the biggest sweetheart/gangster rapper to come out of LP










Allow me to introduce Betsy, from Illinois, with a flair for languages and the ability to make weird guys selling roses run away with fear. We met for the first time on this trip but after all the fun we had I hope to call her a friend.

Next we have the explorer from Boston, Caitlin. Loves, hugs, sarcasm, and food, and is always ready for an adventure. Took this girl 3.2 seconds to decide to skip her flight in Barcelona but now knows better than to listen to a "good idea" from me.

And we've saved the best for last with our very own princess from Kansas City. This journalist in the making can recite the family history of everyone on the trip while speed shopping so fast that I don't even have time to complain.

And here we all are, I know I'm hard to spot, but for future reference I'm the only one in white, the only awkwardly tall one, and as you may have noticed, the only guy, and a lucky guy I am to have been invited on such an adventure.

-short disclaimer: Many of the pictures you see I stole from the girls because out of about 450 of my own pictures only about 20 have people in them. So thanks girls for taking such nice pictures and insisting I take a picture with every camera at every possible opportunity.

Ok, now that we have all been introduced, lets return to the giant group hug meeting at the airport. Armed with my head start and expert knowledge of the airport I lead the way to the train station where I become completely useless after we buy the tickets and didn't even know we had to validate them before getting on the train. Luckily these girls are expert travelers and they set me straight and we head off to our respective hostels. I say respective hostels because due to late planing I'm in a different one from the girls for this venue.

After spending about 20 mins wondering the wrong exit of Termini Train Station, I realized the place is about 200 times bigger than I thought and find my way to the hostel. I get checked in easily enough and I meet the three random girls I'll be sharing a room with by opening the door to the room and scaring the bejesus out of them. After the initial shock we talk for a bit and get introduced, they are doing study abroad stuff just like my girls and they are shocked again when I tell them I "make sails." But after brief conversation I had to be getting back to my group so I change and head over to the girl's hostel.

We head out to meet up with some friends of theirs (I am now traveling the streets of Rome as the lone male in a group of 7), and after a considerable wonder starting at the Spanish Steps we find a restaurant with some very Italian waiters who are very impressed with my one guy to six girl ratio. We have our first of what will be many delicious meals in Italy all composed of similar parts of salad, pizza, pasta, and wine. Dinner is concluded with one of the most memorable and repeated lines on this the trip, that will be impossible for me to truly convey here but I will make a feeble attempt. As we are leaving Caroline makes some reference to the train station as "Terminal Station," to which the waiter walking us out stops and with what looks like a full body spasm and both arms waving wildly in a "come over here" motion, he informs us that its "Not 'Terminal!', it's 'Ter-mi-ni!!!'" This marvelous display of Italian vibrato warrants taking a picture with the guy. And from this point forth on our trip, any example of Italian accent is accompanied by a enthusiastic "Ter-mi-ni!"

To help you understand, may I present Exhibit A:

After this lively dinner we eventually find a bar but only stay for about an hour before it's obvious everyone could use some sleep so we pack it in and retire to our respective hostels.

The next day starts bright and early with breakfast and planing the day (which is more of a decision to start at the Colosseum and go from there). So we hop on the metro, which I believe stops at....Ter-mi ni!, and then continues on the to Colosseum. As soon as we exit the metro there it is, and its big. It is easy to get jaded about size in the modern world but this one is still up there, especially when you consider a few facts that I hope I remember correctly: The Colosseum held nearly 50,000 people arranged in sections by class standing, but all allowed to enter free of charge. While the Colosseum now has some modern reinforcement to make it safe for tourists, all of the original internal metal connections were removed after construction, meaning it has stood for around 2000 yrs under its own weight, arches, and mortar. And, back in the day the entire thing was shaded from the sun by giant cloth tarps, and guess who they got to engineer that idea... that's right Sailors. (Sam and I exchanged looks upon hearing that, both thinking of dad's cloth ceilings.

In reality, the tour we took wasn't that good, but it did allow us to skip the insanely long line and afforded up a second (much more informed tour) as well as some fun photo ops:

This picture is actually trickier than it looks. From a good distance outside the Colosseum we had to stand on a 2 foot rise, and the photographer (Caitlin) had to crouch beneath us in order to get the top and us in view.

Because the floor of the arena was simply wood covered with sand (which was simply raked up to cover blood between battles) you can see the supports and corridors that made up the rooms below.

Even off center with a goofy smile, its hard to look bad with these two on each arm.






There were some fierce Gladiator battles going on this day which would have led to massive bloodshed if only......




If only the Gladiators could keep a straight face long enough to land a punch.




After we left, the girls got a bit artsy with the cameras. If you look at her glasses you can see the Colosseum and a few of the group.

So after the Colosseum we had empty bellies and some time to kill so we ventured off to find food which led us to this place (gadda love the sign)

Which was our first big battle with the Italian language (really makes me appriciate the little Spanish I do know) but ended in some giant and delisiously greasy calzones so all was well.

The next tour was of the Palace ruins and was givin for free to all by

.....So at this point it is late on Sunday night and from what I hear I have a very busy day tomorrow so I am going to post this as is, and add the end of Chapter 1 (Rome) tomorrow. Hope you enjoy reading about my adventures, because I know how fun the were to have.

Lo Siento! Pardona! Sorry!....sorry

Ok, so I have been the worst bloggest in the blog history of blogging. So many stories have gone untold, so many pictures unposted, so much to say. Believe it or not I actually go have way through an entry the other day with many pictures and fun, but then the computer committed internet-suicide and I lost it all and became discouraged...what can ya do?

But since this is a historic day in my Barcelona adventure I thought I would update. This weekend was the first glorious adventure of sailing in Barcelona. I got an invite from Marc Tio, my boss' son, to go with him and some friends in the regatta this weekend and I jumped at the opportunity. Although I was a little nervous on Friday night when I got another call telling me Marc would not be making the regatta because he had wrecked his moto (motorcycle, but don't worry he is fine, just a few bumps and bruises, he didn't even really wreck it from what I understand, just kinda laid it down...while driving, bad idea). So that means the next day I'm off to go sailing with 4 Spanish folk I've never met and have no idea if any of them speak English or anything. But I'm still excited to actually do something new and exciting with my weekend so Friday night I have a quiet evening at home with frozen pizza and cold beer (good pregame food right?) and watch Gladiator till I fall asleep in the recliner chair.

Wake up bright and early on Saturday (not even that early really I don't have to be there till 11:30 but I go ahead and get up before 9 to be sure I get there on time) and have a nice stroll through Premia which was very nice. I had never really seen the early morning ritual of Premia when I wasn't coming home from a long night out so it was nice to appreciate all the bakeries and markets and what not loading up and preparing their shops and everything. I made it down to the marina in Barcelona plenty early and grabbed some coffee and a bocata de tortilla for breakfast and sat out and enjoyed the morning air.

After breakfast I wondered found the club nautica and called up the number I had been given for Ruben, who answers in Spanish and quickly passes the phone off when I speak in English (oops). So I get some directions to the boat and they see me and wave me down. Everyone introduces themselves in English so I go with that and try to remember names (which I will continue to try to remember for the next 48 hrs). They speak varying degrees of English but its early and we're just setting up the boat so there isn't much talking really so I awkwardly try to remember how to help and basically spend 20 mins standing and trying not to get in anyone's way while I listen to them chatter in Spanish and try to catch a few words here and there.

After grabbing some bocatas for lunch we head out and I realize I left important articles of clothing in my bag which got put in Peli's car...oops. So I spend the day as the guy most likely to be named "first-time-on-a-boat-guy", why would I be named that you may ask. Because I was wearing the "first-time-on-a-boat-guy" uniform which means I did a regatta in jeans....poor form, especially on a Beneteu 25 in chilly, wavy weather. Anyway, I’m reeeeeaally rusty for sailing in general and much more so for a boat that isn’t a dinging, although this boat isn’t much bigger. So I spend the whole day trying very hard not to kill myself, fall off, or forget everything I ever knew about sailing, all while listening to high-speed Spanish nautical speak. However it turns out you can pick up these terms pretty quick because, well they are used in the same way in any language I would think. For those of you reading how do a bit of sailing yourself, see if you can figure out what “Racha” means in the fallowing: “Racha en cinco, quarto, tres, dos, uno, entre! Hike! Hike! Hike!” If you guessed “Puff” you win, and you figured it out a day faster than me! J

I’m in charge of pit, which is one of those things where you spend about an hour as weight on the rail, and just keeping out of the way, and then have moments of frantic sail changing to remind you that yes you are in a race and must actively participate. I spend most of the day listing to Peli and “doing like I do, we must be as one person.” He is a bit of a character, but a familiar one at any yacht club in the world. Funny guy, very friendly, but also very serious about what he is doing while he runs around the boat and yells out wind up-dates and suggestions to the skipper. Also one of those guys who is just a little rough around the edges, but in a way that makes you like him and trust him…just not with your little sister, and probably not as the designated driver. So I listen to him, and try to keep everything straight knowing that if I do screw up he is gonna tell me never to do that again, but give me a high five anyway.

Our skipper (Ruben) is a really nice guy, a little quieter than some of the others, but friendly despite the language barrier between us. And he’s a good sailor and has 2 really good starts the first day and we take a first and a second…I’m not sure how that second happened exactly because the wind was kinda dieing and I was sent below for an upwind leg to keep more weight low in the boat. I do know however that there was a tacking duel involved because I went through the washing machine down there and have a few bumps on the head to prove it.

On the way in I finally find a comfortable way to sit on all my bruises and have a little chat with Mitchie (not sure how he would spell it) who is doing tactics and main on the boat and is a bit older than the rest of us. Another nice guy and we go through the normal list of question and answer about where I’m from and what I’m doing here and all that.

We have the boat completely derigged by the time we hit the dock on account that we have to wait for the bridge to open up into the harbor (I was interested to learn it opens every half hour all day regardless of if there are boats around). We change real quick (although I still have my wet jeans since it’s all I brought) and head to the yacht club bar (as is sailing custom) It’s just about 5 pm when we get in there and the whole regatta is hanging out having the same post-race chats as in any yacht club….just in high-speed Spanish that I can’t understand to save may life. But the atmosphere is still very entertaining and I note a few universal yacht club characters, like the guy who is way too comfortable in the bar and runs behind it when the bartender isn’t there to poor a free round for everyone in there. The bartender by the way (and this is pretty uncharacteristic of some yacht club bars back home) gets very irritated by this and keeps running by to tell people to buzz him when they want a beer. This is never gonna happen, there are too many people and he is apparently too bust with other things to man the bar fulltime.

So the after race drink drags on for hours most of which I spend quietly trying to pick up on the conversation but the more beers get passed out the worse I am and understanding and the faster everyone is talking so I spend a few hours pretty much silent and occasionally have a very short exchange with one of the guys from the boat or a girl from the loft that was racing. Eventually, maybe around 8, the bar kinda clears out till its just two guys from my boat (Peli, and Carlos) and 2 North Sails reps, Louis and a girl that I never actually got introduced too, but she is pretty funny and spent some time in the states and speaks English pretty well. In fact after about 2 hours of not talking someone random asks me something in English and it turns out the whole bar, even the old guy in the corner speaks English…who knew. And they asked me about my Spanish and told me to just try a bit, so I had a short conversation with unnamed girl about difference in the seriousness of language classes between the states and here, to which Peli let out an “Ostia” (pseudo-cuss word that is kinda hard to explain) and slaps me for not speaking Spanish on the boat all day and “letting them think I didn’t speak any” which I hadn’t done purposefully, but I guess it worked out that way. Anyway, I guess that teaches me to find something to talk about and work on it.

The evening gets almost surreal when about an hour later, we are all standing around Louis at a piano in the club singing old American songs that they all know the words too and I only recognize the chorus. Louis is actually really good on the piano and a decent singer so this goes on for a good hour and half or more, with random people still at the club joining in. A very fun time with drinks all around but eventually we all kind of realize we have been at the bar for like 5 hours and no one has eaten dinner so we head to girl-I-don’t-remember-her-name’s house and order tele-pizza which is better than I remember it but I’m starving so I don’t really care. We hang out there for awhile but there has been much beer drinking and at this point I understand no Spanish and realize if I don’t get on a train soon I’m sleeping in slightly damp jeans on this girls couch. They have all decided to go somewhere else but I get dropped off at Placa de Catalunya where the machine rips my ten euro bill in half, and I have only 2 euros in change instead of the 2.05 they raised it too so I have to force my way through the little barrier and run to the train as the doors close on the last train to Premia at 1:45 am…a fitting end to a great first day ever of sailing in Barcelona.

Today we had to be there a little earlier and I’m paranoid my late night will have me moving slow so I set my alarm early but wake up feeling great after a worrying premature wake up call of feeling sick. I make it to Las Ramblas with about an hour to go so I sit down and half some coffee and a breakfast sandwich at a place I now like and will visit again even though the service is terrible. I got to the boat a little early and attempted to start setting up but wasn’t sure which sails they were planning on using so abandon the effort to go hang out on the terrace of the club and wait for everyone else to stagger in. Peli and Carlos are indeed late, but in good spirits and feeling fine after their night so we hop on the boat and head out for day two. Today didn’t go as well as yesterday however. Ruben wasn’t starting as well and we had one just bad start and one over-early but were able to turn them both into second places which is what we ended up in overall at the end. I had a few screw ups myself in not prepping the jib halyard which was a knot when we tried to drop the jib twice in a row which I was told was “not possible to happen two times, one time maybe, but not two” by Peli before my ceremonial high five to keep moral up.

So all and all a great weekend, that ended in having lunch/dinner at the club which was hugely expensive but very very good. The first true steak I’ve had here along with Spanish-style of doing appetizers and deserts which where all amazing and coffee at the end and drinks throughout. The bill was a humbling 37 euros a person but I was pretty content to have such a good meal at the end of a good weekend.

And now I have made my way back home to a house full of French folk (Mathew has friends in town), but a glass of wine and some guitar hero later and we’re all friends and I even managed to get a blog written! PS: only the French would drink wine while playing guitar hero, but who am I to judge.

So to anyone who may still be checking this from time to time, enjoy the weekend update and I will be working on the photo update so expect that soon…as in not months away. It shall include Barcelona world race, Norway, Skiing, and anything else I can find to put in there…then I’ll try to get back on track with this whole blogging of Barcelona thing.

Hasta luego!!!!

Fjords are Fun

Just got back from Norway and wanted to jot down a few quick highlights before I collapse for the night.

1. Norway-not as cold as previously though (aka not the north pole)

2. Out of 10 people on a boat only 2 where not blonde haired and blue eyed (and that includes me)

3. Vikings still roam the Earth

4. Party like a rock star has nothing on "Party like a Viking"

5. Norwegian spoken quickly sounds like a CD on fast forward

6. Everyone there starts learning English from Elementary school

7. Sailors often have good stories, but something about Vikings, Polar Bears, and Glaciers bring it up a level

8. Norwegian....not an easy language

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10. And oh yeah....They don't stamp your passport if you're going to or from the EU


Number ten came as a bit of a shock because they aren't in the EU and means that I will be taking another journey back home 3 days....insanity.

I'll give a much more detailed account tomorrow, but for now I am too tired for such things

Hasta luego y donde esta la fiesta este fin de semana?

Another successful weekend

So all and all another good weekend, not too restful but good just the same. Two excellent things came out of this weekend: First, on Friday I moved up in the world into the big/amazing/best room in our flat. No more mattress on the floor for me!! The wardrobe alone is about the size of my last room and very nice. In addition, I now have a proper desk and will no longer be typing from the floor or a chair. I actually don't think I have enough stuff to fill all the storage in here which is amazing and will hopefully lead to a cleaner, neater living space. Possible fears: The nice big window I have has no screen, or bars or anything, when open it is a giant whole in the wall that starts about my knees so I now have an unnatural fear of opening my window and falling 6 stories to my doom. It also lets so much coldness into the room that I think if I don't blink enough my eyeballs will freeze....note to self....talk to Ricard about heating.

Second awesome thing was finding an incredible Jazz club called the Harlem Jazz Club. Thank you Adrein and Capusien (sorry I have no idea how to spell that despite the fact that I have been told I pronounce it well). I have been hoping to find a place with live music...or really anything that isn't dance remixes of American music. Well I couldn't have found a better place. The Music was amazing, the bar is small and smokey like any good jazz bar should be, and the crowed was lay back but still very enthusiastic about the music. Even though I only caught the last hour or so it was great and I can't wait to go back.

Lets see...other than that I did the normal bouncing around in Barcelona and went to see a movie with Alexis which turned out to be really good. It was called Cassandra's Dream and is basically a modern day Greek tragedy (which they briefly mention in the movie and I would like to look up to see if the one they talked about has a similar story line). But now I'm just getting off my first day of work without the safety net of James buzzing around and It actually went really well. Matthew and I worked together all day (no Spanish learning there) and didn't really have any problems other than Maxiem asking us to change a tack set back after a sail was already put together. And then I spent most of the afternoon helping to put in a new sewing machine for the 3rd time although somehow this time it took waaaay longer to do.

Well I guess thats about it for now...I also managed to eat more over the weekend than I normally do in a month so now its back to the workout routine.

Estupido

Ya know...I've never been the smartest guy, the most clever, and definitely never had an exceptional memory. But, before coming here I thought of myself as a fairly capable guy. Able to get things done, concentrate when need be, a fairly quick learner even. Well...I sure am glad I came here and started making sails so that I could clear all that up and realize I'm an idiot.

Its amazing...just amazing, how many stupid things I can do in one day, much less to one sail. Crooked batten diamonds, battens put in the wrong place, tapes cut to the wrong length...not being able to remember which way is up half the time. Its just amazing...and I have to ask the same questions every day, every day since I've been here. It truly is incredible that James hasn't just killed me in order to get things done properly.

Same thing on the Spanish front...sometimes I convince myself I'm getting better, but then people have to ask me simple question 5 times and then I struggle to answer it to the point where I don't think anyone wants me to help them do anything at this point.

Well...like it or not I guess all that is gonna have to change. Tomorrow my crutch gets pulled out from under me, no more training wheels, no more Yoda, no more translator. Tomorrow is James' last day before he finds some place to go snowboarding and Bastien is leaving to go home to France for good so I'm on my own.

Ok...not entirely, there is the new French guy who does speak English and enough Spanish to get around, and there are plenty of people downstairs who do speak English, but regardless, work is going to be a whole different ball game. I know I'm gonna realize I haven't learned near as much as I should have, but at the same time I'm a little excited because I know within a few weeks I will be much more self sufficient at work, and who knows....maybe in a few months I will be able to understand enough Spanish to have a conversation about something other than how bad my Spanish is and the ever popular "Que frio no?" Si...it is cold, yes.

Anyway, wish me luck on another Barcelona weekend before my short week on my own and then a weekend in Norway...should be interesting

vamos a la cine

So I missed a night of blogness....oops, but it was for a good reason...sort of. About 4 pm yesterday at work I got asked if I wanted to go to the movies (this took place in Spanish and thus took several attempts). My initial reaction was no because I had zero food in the house and needed to go shopping, plus it would throw off my routine...then I realized the reason I have a routine was because I couldn't find enough to do so I figured going to see some random horror movie in Spanish could be a fun adventure or at least something new.

So we went straight from work, which means I looked like a homeless person with hopelessly torn jeans a old regatta shirt that is now way too big and the good old red jacket. The movie was at Mataro Parc which is a huge and really cool mall just two towns over and it was getting all decorated up for Christmas which was fun and festive, but kinda made me miss home. We were about an hour early so we went and got a beer and some tapas, which was good, I haven't actually had any tapas in over a month now that I think about it. When we got there Carlos asked me if I wanted some popcorn or something which I kinda did, but not enough to pay that much for it so I passed. Although I felt kinda bad about it after cause everyone else got something and kept offering it too me, which I accepted with nothing to share back with...oh well.

The move was called "Rec" as in an abbreviation of Record and was filmed in Barcelona, although mostly in one building. It was a horror movie thats a cross between The Blair Witch Project and any zombie movie you've ever seen. So there was alot of running around and shaky camera stuff that kinda makes you feel sick after too long. Along with alot of overly loud screaming that kinda gives you a headache....so now that I'm nauseous with a headache I can try to enjoy the movie. Unfortunately it really wasn't that good....and not just because I couldn't understand half of the dialogue. Like the Blair which and most zombie movies, there wasn't much plot too it and it just kinda ended abruptly in a failed attempt to be dramatic.

On the plus side most of the dialogue was curse words when people freaked out and the "tranquilla" which was people telling them to calm down. So at least I could fallow it. Also it was actually fun just to go to the movies, which I haven't done in forever. And its always good to do something new, especially with some Spanish folk so I can try to practice and whatnot.

And now...well now its late and I'm tired so I'm gonna try to get a good night sleep and have a good Thursday, that leads to a great Friday and another exciting weekend.


PS: Movie theaters here have assigned seats and two different kinds of seats, no doubt with different prices. There were two rows right in the middle that were red with cup holders and head rests that the other chairs (like ours) did not have. But the theater wasn't full...so who cares if someone doesn't sit in their assigned seat?....This is the plan for next time

survived another weekend

It's about ten pm and I'm working my way to sleep but I figured I'd comment on the weekend. I was unsuccessful in finding any of my friends that I had lost numbers for but in the process I did manage to find the bar where one used to work. It turned out to be much bigger and nicer than I had previously thought and ended up spending alot of time hanging out there. Its a huge Irish pub called Irish Rock Cafe, and they have some pretty good food, if you're willing to pay for it, and live music every weekend so I definitely plan on going to hang out every now and then. I saw a band play that was just 3 guys with a guitar, a bass, and what i think was a mandolin, but they played everything from Bob Marley to Irish jigs.

Friday I ended up meeting Alexis in Barcelona and it was great to have a friend to go wander around and bar hop. We had never really hung out without James and Helena so it was cool to hang out and actually have a conversation. Because it was Friday and I had been at work all day I was pretty tired...I had planed on a nap, but Guitar Hero got in the way...happens. Anyway, I started out tired and wondering how I was gonna make it through a long night, but after a few redbulls and adventuring into some new places I was energized and we ended up dancing on a stage at the Jamboree with a bunch of overly intoxicated tourists. But all and all it was alot of fun and now thats one more English speaking person I can call up to go hang out.

Most of Saturday was spent watching a cd of old English tv that James gave me...Fawlty Towers and Men Behaving Badly. Ridiculous and funny and very English but it was a good way to recover from a late night. I managed to convince myself to go out again that night and planned to meet up with my roommates Bastien and Mathew but unfortunately never got ahold of them once I was downtown. I went back to that Irish bar, this was the night I saw the live music and had a decent hamburger, and then hung around Las Ramblas eventually ending up back at the Jamboree in hops of bumping into some people I know go there alot. Unfortunately, this did not happen and I spent too much of the night just kinda hanging around there, and occasionally getting the energy to go dance with random people. Toward the end of the night I did get hit on shamelessly by a 32 year old English teacher from Venezuela ,which was interesting but by that time I was glad to have someone to talk to. Unfortunatly, by that time I was also feeling kind of sick from the giant hamburger and fries I had had for dinner....its sad, but I don't eat that kinda stuff much any more and apparently it didn't sit well. Anyway, thats a long way of saying dancing wasn't really gonna happen with my stomach not feeling so hot and the teacher eventually gave up and went dancing with her Italian friends. Although, I did end up talking with one of her friends who was visiting from Venezuela and spoke no English. It was slow going in a very loud night club, but I was glad I'm able to understand enough to have a slow broken chat in Spanish at 4 am. if need be.

I also learned an important lesson about walking home from the clubs....if you're a decently dressed white guy and you're alone...then don't. Find some other way, take a bus, or train or something, but don't walk up Las Rambles unless you want to get harassed by an African "Lady of the evening" every 20 feet. Live and learn.

Anyway, it was a good weekend, and I'm now entering my last week of work with James and Bastien still there so I should get some sleep so I can practice being self sufficient in the morning.

Buenas Noches self and anyone who may read