On Barcelona from Paris
France, Spain on September 13, 2008 at 4:57 amIf you have a postcard in transit to you I would stop reading because the card will become far less interesting in just a few sentences.
The rest of us can carry on.
Hostel was decent, but I don't think I like hostels much. Half the kids are just trying to sleep and other half is trying to bring the hostel experience they had in mind to life and both sides are mad at eachother for it.
Had all day to walk around waiting for night train.
So I walked.
I saw a vampire on the subway. Long dark hair with a streak of white in it, pale as hell, and him and his bloodshot eyes were walking in slooow motion up the stairs. I took ten steps before he took one. Then I did the old look back to make sure he wasn't eyeing my veins and he turned the corner in a way only a vampire can. Like woosh. That pretty much confirmed it for me.
Obviously Dracula was a bad omen because I'm sitting talking to my Dad and when I finished 8 little clipboard totting assholes tried to get into my backpack.
They were asking for signatures and they put 3 clipboards at your waste and the rest of em are holding boards above my backpack, I will have none of that.
So Im thowing bows at like 13, 14 year old kids.
I got hold of one by the arm and I had a none too friendly grip on him. They cruised after that nothing lost.
Barcelona doesn't wait around for dark they just get to it. Dealt with vampires, asshole thieves, and saw like 6 prostitutes working the streets before noon.
Now at a best western thinking about going to the effiel tower and notre dame.
TV is stuck on the pope, I think it's live so maybe I'll run into the pope while I'm out.