I don't know where to start. Oh, well. When I reached Barcelona a few nights ago, Juan came to pick me from the train stop. It was so good to see someone from lisbontimes. We walked to his place, which is like in the heart of the old town, on the sixth floor without elevator, and he has a lovely terrace. I got my own room with big bed, cause his flatmate was in Germany, wuhu! I unpacked my stuff and changed clothes and we went out for a drink and catching up chat. Spaniards are squarepeople. In Lisbon people gathered on the streets of Bairro Alto, here people gather on squares.
I am in the middle of the second day of hardcore sightseeing. Yesterday I was exploring the old town - oh, how I love these narrow streets between high buildings and numerous little shops and cafes. And the churches and cathedrals, castles and markets and parks! I spent around 4 hours wandering around, then came back to the apartment to rest for a bit and went off in the other direction. Coming back again I was dead tired and took a little nap. In the evening we had pizza with Juan and watched "Adjustment bureau". I couldn't sleep well because of some vicious little insects who kept biting me.
Today I am discovering Montjuic, again a LOT walking up and down. At the moment I am taking my first little break (after 3 and a half hours). I am running through, but hey - what's the rush? I have a week here before flying to Paris. It is a bit sad alone - it would be nice to share emotions with someone. But the hours pass by in silence. Before, when I was still in the castle, there was a funny situation. I was sitting on a wall and a chinese (or japanese or korean - they all look the same to me) asked if he can take a picture of me. I thought, what the hell, ok. And the other one took it as well. Weird.
Damn, I was taking my break before in a totally wrong place. While walking ahead some guy started to follow me and when he was able to catch up with me, he made this "sex" sign with fingers and awful noises. RETARD! I wanted to shout "fuck off!" but I didn't because he might get the wrong idea. I just rushed away to more crowded places, hearing how he was still making those noises. I was so disgusted, that I almost burst into tears. I kept going thinking how gross are men and regretting even more that I am traveling alone (on my own). Now I am sitting in front of the National Art Museum and listening to a street musicians mellow tunes. It's soothing and the world seems a lovely place again.
I booked my next flight yesterday. I'm not going to say yet what's the destination, but I have to hitchhike a bit because it doesn't depart from Paris. I guess I have to buy long pants and closed shoes from somewhere for hitching.
I am in the middle of the second day of hardcore sightseeing. Yesterday I was exploring the old town - oh, how I love these narrow streets between high buildings and numerous little shops and cafes. And the churches and cathedrals, castles and markets and parks! I spent around 4 hours wandering around, then came back to the apartment to rest for a bit and went off in the other direction. Coming back again I was dead tired and took a little nap. In the evening we had pizza with Juan and watched "Adjustment bureau". I couldn't sleep well because of some vicious little insects who kept biting me.
Today I am discovering Montjuic, again a LOT walking up and down. At the moment I am taking my first little break (after 3 and a half hours). I am running through, but hey - what's the rush? I have a week here before flying to Paris. It is a bit sad alone - it would be nice to share emotions with someone. But the hours pass by in silence. Before, when I was still in the castle, there was a funny situation. I was sitting on a wall and a chinese (or japanese or korean - they all look the same to me) asked if he can take a picture of me. I thought, what the hell, ok. And the other one took it as well. Weird.
Damn, I was taking my break before in a totally wrong place. While walking ahead some guy started to follow me and when he was able to catch up with me, he made this "sex" sign with fingers and awful noises. RETARD! I wanted to shout "fuck off!" but I didn't because he might get the wrong idea. I just rushed away to more crowded places, hearing how he was still making those noises. I was so disgusted, that I almost burst into tears. I kept going thinking how gross are men and regretting even more that I am traveling alone (on my own). Now I am sitting in front of the National Art Museum and listening to a street musicians mellow tunes. It's soothing and the world seems a lovely place again.
I booked my next flight yesterday. I'm not going to say yet what's the destination, but I have to hitchhike a bit because it doesn't depart from Paris. I guess I have to buy long pants and closed shoes from somewhere for hitching.
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