Barcelona, Spain

On my last full day in Spain, I went walking. I really wish I wore long sleeves, or at least not my shoulder shirt, because by the end of the day I was sufficiently sunburnt. I was also already sunburnt so my sunburn was sunburnt. It hurts to move right now. Luckily it's really only my shoulders that are burnt. My face seems to have survived the day. Anyhoo, I walked around aimlessly for about an hour before I decided I should probably find plaza catalunya, which I had been walking away from accidentally for the last hour. Once I got there I just sat and stared at people, it took an hour before beggars started coming up to me. By this time I was extremely bored and wondering how the hell I was going to waste the day away without going back to the hostel. I ended up wandering down La Rambla, very touristy place. When we went to Barcelona the first time we never walked the whole thing, but have no fear I did this time only to find there is a La Rambla de Mar! To get there I had to cross this roundabout that had this statue structure thing I think called the Mirador de Colon or some shit. It was quite large and everyone was climbing all over the lion statues at the base for a picture. My observations showed that you either took a picture riding the lions that were laying down or as most people seemed to be choosing, you took a picture with the butts of the lions that were standing, who had very detailed balls. I saw quite a few people take pictures of themselves grabbing the lion's balls. The statues were thoroughly violated to say the least. I didn't stop long enough to get a good photo, but here's the lion's ass.

Once on th othe side I went to the docks where there was a shit ton of sailboats and just sat there for awhile. It was peaceful other than th seagull giving me the evil eye the whole time. He literally just a stood by me until a ship went by about 20 minutes later. 

To be honest, these are the only two photos of Barcelona I took. I didn't even bring my camera with me for my outing. I stopped by Starbucks for lunch and to hide from the sun, my sunburn had started to really hurt when in the sun by then. After that I ended up at a supermarket, not the one I wanted because it was closed because Sunday, and bought this drink that was Aloe Vera Mango juice. It tasted pretty good but then I read th ingredients and realized the pulp that had been grossing me out wasn't even mango. I felt really lied to and didn't even drink half of it. Plus I psyched myself out by reading about the benefits of drinking aloe Vera only to find it sometimes is a laxative depends on how it's processed. Didn't seem like a good risk for my night in the airport. 

At 5pm I allowed myself to go chill at the hostel since my phone was dead, and stayed there until 10pm. A guy from Nigeria talked about how you have to learn English for science and business because you can't publish findings in anything but English to begin with. Otherwise it won't get the attention you want. He also said the first time you see the desert you will fall in love. Then a guy from Wisconsin, who sadly described his state as being a fist with a thumb instead of being a mitten, and also used Chicago to explain where Wisconsin was, started talking to me about the European university system. He had just finished a semester in Coimbra and had previously done a semester in Brazil so he knew differences. We decided European universities must like segregating language students from other students and regular classes. He also supposedly has heard of Loras, I'm skeptical though. Then I headed to the airport for my blissful night of reading.