Arrived in Barcelona. It’s sunny again. Finally!
You know, the one thing that made me uncomfortable in Madrid was that half of the city is underground. Metro stations, bus stations, etc. – all underground, stretching far and wide and usually several levels down. It’s a city built for moles, not humans.
Barcelona has tramways which run on the surface. I’m home again.
“He calls himself the lucky stiff.”
I had to discard the onion because it started to rot. Between sightseeing and sleeping I’m trying to learn Ruby – the language is about as ugly as a weekend for two in Bytom. It’s like you took Perl and installed chainsaw-armed bears at the front, and then set the bears on fire. I think I like it.
The youth hostel I’m staying in is FULL of British teenagers. They’re EVERYWHERE. This is both annoying and fun at the same time. Like a crash course for my London stay next week.