I sat down to some free "breakfast" here at the hostel, consisting of a medium sized bowl of cocoa crispies(?) and toast--the breakfast of champions. After that, I grabbed my camera and marched down the to train station, determined to sort out my next train ASAP to avoid any more 2 day journeys.
I was forced to book an overnight, first class reservation to Milan because my Eurail pass isn't valid for travel through Switzerland (the only other route had a transfer in Geneve). 40 euro gone, whatever, I would have had to pay another 20 euro to stay in a hostel that night anyways, at least it will save me a day on my pass and give me a direct route to Milan and a free place to crash for a few days.
After that, I came back to the hostel, dropped some stuff off and picked other stuff up, then went out into the city.
i came to Barcelona with a lot of expectations and as I walked, everything I saw and heard was filtered through these pre-conceived ideas. I think I built it up too much in my mind, I expected to LOVE Barcelona. The "Spanish Paris" I told myself, that was what I was expecting; but that's not what it is.
Barcelona is something else, it is something all its own, and I like it, I like it a lot. I walked a lot today, saw a lot, but it was only a small part of a much larger whole. I am just getting started.
PICTURES HERE (in case you didn't notice the other link)
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that is what im talkin about man!!!! people people people
yo next time you see that happen, steal the sandwich and run.... no more snickers bars for eric.
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