Last night I stayed at the sant jordi hostel. It’s supposedly a Big party hostel, but it was Sunday and everybody was suffering a little. I managed to guess a guys accent as pensylvanian, super impressive!
So I went out with 3 canadians, after we watched Italy have it’s ass kicked in the conferate league. I’d never even heard of this tournament!
So we went to the harbour for ricey dishes, introducing them to paella and sangria. Then I acted as their tour guide wandering the streets with beer.
We ended up in placa catalunya, winding up the old men selling beers and drugs.
I got chatting with a couple of glaswigians down for sonar, out of drugs, and we headed to city hall, a club, a sausage fest, and then I went back to the hostel.
Today I’ve just wondered about, trying to check the balance of my Swiss bank account, but with no luck. In gracia I bought a shirt and met a lovely polish girl who’s doing pretty much the same as I, working, travelling.
Now I guess I’ll head to premia as all of the shops are closed.

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