barcelona?

So apparently the best way to get over jet lag is to just drink copious amounts of alcohol. You don't notice it at all when you're ridiculously hung over. I might've just slept my days away, but thankfully I had Brits knocking on my door most mornings ( ~1pm) to get me skateboarding. Jog on mate. Anytime said knock didn't come, I would instead be woken up by Irish girls telling me to start drinking. Dave had already been travelling for several weeks so he was in excellent drinking shape. I had catching up to do.

So the days were a mix of skating, laying on the beach, and sometimes visiting tourist traps, though thick crowds often discouraged the last one. Between my dehydration and the absolutely ridiculous heat, I have never drank so much water without pissing in my life. Air conditioning is a glorious invention. The Mediterranean Sea is also a good invention. Way to go God.


The nights usually began with some drinks in the hostel room, mainly because of the air conditioning. Then either the shitshow that was our hostel lobby, or Tequila. Tequila, or the Dank Pit as we called it, is definitely the best bar ever. For example, when the person you're speaking with starts to annoy you, you can just grab one of many conveniently located pairs of head phones and listen to music. Next we would try to find a bar without ridiculous cover charge, or we often would just wander the streets sampling beer from street vendors (it was always delicious, they do good work).


Important note: the pigeons in Barcelona are way more haggard than ours back home! See photo. My boarding passes say that I was there for two weeks, but I don't remember most of that period so my accuracy is questionable. I'm in Prague now so in a while I'll let you know what my camera tells me about that city, because I don't plan on remembering much about Prague either. Budvar.