Ok, this is attempt number 2 for this particular story so we'll see how it goes.
So last Friday was pretty lay back and I just hung around the house. Although, to Adrien's surprise I did make dinner, chicken tacos for all!
Saturday I met up with James and Helena and her sister and went to the beach for a few hours. It's always a good day when your biggest concern is trying not to get sunburned. There was also some beach Foosball involved which is always good, although James actually beat me a few times so I guess I'm gonna have to go practice or somethin, cause that just isn't right.
After hitting the beach I came home, showered and napped. When I finally got movin again Adrien was headin out to play tennis and wasn't planing on comin back till late. So once again I was home alone and that means only one thing...Barcelona trip. I had a quick dinner and grabbed a few things; Zune, the $200 American I found in my backpack that needs to be exchanged, all the important stuff, and I headed out.
The trains are still messed up but I am now an expert so I headed to Clot to grab the subway to Placa de Catalunya and to see where the night leads. Then in Clot I had a new first time life experience; I got pick-pocketed. That's right you read correctly, pick-pocket attack.
Let me set the scene. So I'm waiting around the subway listening to music and double checking to make sure I'm headed the right way and all that. I also tap my pockets, little travel routine to make sure I have everything, and all is well. So the train comes and there is only one kid in front of me but as soon as he steps on the train he stops and starts looking at a map so I'm trapped in the door. I go to walk around him and he sways, so I move to go the other way and he sways back. I'm already pissed at this kid for not just getting on the train when someone behind me starts pushing to get on. So now I'm irritated and just put a shoulder down and push past the kid in front of be while nearly running over the kid behind me as well. I tap my pockets...no wallet...my heart jumps...I spin around fast enough to see my wallet disappearing behind the backpack of the kid behind me and before I think about it my hand juts out and grabs his wrist hard. I yang his hand up and it's empty. "Give me my f%#king wallet" (in English) and the kid looks at me not surprised or at all concerned and then looks and points at the ground where my wallet lays as if gravity had reversed itself in my pocket causing the wallet to jump out on its own. I release the kid and snatch up my wallet and check it. Everything is there.
I'm so unbelievably pissed. I feel totally justified in throwing these two little punks out the closed windows of the train as it rockets down the track. I want to just grab the kid and lift him off the ground and shake him, and I'm pretty sure I could, both of these guys are tiny. But I don't.
Ya ever wish you could just summon up a few notoriously aggressive friends? Some that maybe would have enacted a little of their own justice. I dunno, I guess it's better I didn't damage the two kids and drag them to the police by their hair in the middle of a crowded train.
Anyway, I had all my stuff but I was in a pretty crappy mood by the time I got to Barcelona. It was already later than I had hoped it would be so I only had a few hrs before I had to catch a train back. I headed over to my favorite bar and had some sangria but I didn't even really feel like finding and fast friends so I just hung out for a little over and hour and people watched. After which I just headed back home and got some sleep.
Well that's that story...unfortunately I think I told it better the first time, but that version was lost to the interweb. So as far as I'm concerned the subway is an evil place that gets me lost and steals my money so I can't wait for them to fix the trains. As for this week I have 3 and a half days between me and a 3 week vacation! Also Sarah is coming to visit Friday so it'll be cool to have someone to hang out with and hopefully do some traveling around Spain with. Well, until next time,
Adios amigos
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well good thing i'm a black belt in karate so i can just beat up anyone who tries to steal our stuff while i'm there.
or you could go the route of my friend matt from the trip in june- in italy he bought a new wallet, then carried his old one around so it was practically falling out of his pants, but all it had inside of it was a fake credit card that said "fuck your country". sweet and classy, i know.
i honestly think he was sad he didnt get pick-pocketed.
When do we get a new entry?????
that is absolutely insane! though doesn't suprise me! I keeped hearing horror stories of this sort of thing every new country I went. Also, Cleo was almost pick pocketed in Italy and my friend liz had to chase a "crack whore" down in the street and tackle her to get her purse back! Which was in Madrid though.
Anyway! Surely things will get better and Sarah is coming to see you! Which I know will be AMAZING!!! PS. you now know I am still alive from my trip! Oh and don't take a train from madrid to paris... its a miserable 12 hour train ride and I got flea bites ALL OVER ME! (just some words of advice!)
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