Travlog the First

I've never been on an aeroplane on my own before. Turns out I'm not very good at it. Like, you know how I hover through my life in a permenant state of confused dazedacity, well, take that, and imagine it in a situation where you have to actually pay attention to what's happening and who's telling you to do what. It was more than my puny rat-brain could handle!

Well, technically, it was less than my puny rat-brain could handle, because I did manage to successfully catch a plane and I am now in Barcelona!!

My first experience of Barcelona is getting lost. I tried to catch the metro from the aero-port, but the route map was confusing and I couldn't figure out whut was whut. I got about half the way to my hostel and thought 'fuck this shit', and proceded to get a taxi. All the taximen spoke Catalan, which I don't, so I didn't understand a word. I kept saying '¿como estas?' 'cos I thought that meant 'how much?', but it doesn't, it means 'how are you?', so when Senor Taximan kept replying 'bien' (Catalan for 'good'), I thought he was saying 'ten' (English for 'ten'). Imagine my surprise when I tried to pay him with €10! Ha! Anecdote!

Cassy and Sarah are also here. I met them. They have been here two days and they are mega-awesome super-already-know all of Barcelona. I turn up like a total muppet and they start telling me what metro lines go where and how I should have travelled like a pair of know-it-somes! I'll figure it out, its just 'cos they had a head start, by the end of these three days I too shall be a Barcelexpert!

Last night I saw a guy squeezing the whoozits out of his ladyfriend's boob. Because I am so refined, this revolted me to such an extent that the only way I could deal with it was to laugh. Actually, forget the refinement, I just thought it was funny.

Anyway, today should be fun. So far I've: discovered that my shower gel leaked in my bag, covering my toiletries in a sticky green goo; offended my mother over the phone by telling her not to ring me while I'm away, (again, she's done so twice since last night, I wouldn't mind (well, I would, my mum used to ring me all the time in Lancaster, and it really got annoying) if it wasn't for the fact it very moneycosts me to accept phone calls from outside Spain at the moment); and I've had a not-very-good breakfast of Coco Pop-alikes and bread. Cassy and Sarah have organised an itinery of touristy goodness, so that'll be fun.

I'll keep y'all posted. Hasta la vista, bitches!

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