Time for Spain!

So this is going to be a short one people. See, I kinda forgot to take any notes in Barcelona and to be honest nothing major really happened there.

Basically we got to the got to the hostel, dumped out bags and headed straight off to the beach. On the way I found something that made me want to risk serious jail time. It turns out that you can buy turtle at street side vendors. But not just any turtles, tiny little baby ones (about the size of 20 or 50 cent pieces) that could only be cuter if they were somehow genetically spliced with kittens and puppies. The other pet they had for sale was just as cool. Chipmunks. Seriously, how cool is that? I wanted nothing more than to buy three of them and call them… well, if you don't know what I'd call three chipmunks then I'm surprised you have the basic motor skills required to read a blog.

So anyways, we got to the beach and Sarah told me an interesting fact. In Barcelona topless bathing is a normal part of life. And so are guys who walk up and down the beach selling icy cold beers. Life is good there.

One of the funniest things I saw was a girl who got to the beach and promptly took off her top, looked around a bit, then put on a bikini top. What was the point in that? I mean, surely modesty wasn't the reason for putting the bikini top on. Everyone had already seen the goods…

After we got back to the hostel we went out for dinner and had fantastic tapas including some mouth-watering squid.

Next we decided to head out for drinks, but after getting changed we first agreed to go to the rooftop bar for a few quick cervesas. It was here that we met a group of Scottish lads and a few American lasses who taught us the rules to King's Cup. The main rule basically seems to be that whoever can stave off irreversible liver damage the longest is the winner.

We finished up at about 4am and that was that. The next day was uneventful save for another mind-blowingly good meal (more brilliant tapas and I also tried angler-fish) and the views of some amazing architecture. Then it was a few quiet drinks in the bar followed by bed in order to get up for another early rise so we could get to Rome!

Fun fact: Topless beaches sound like a great idea, but they're really not. It's not like the movies at all. The boobs you will see at the beaches look like someone dropped coasters haphazardly on pancakes. Oh yeah, and they also decided to make them entirely out of old leather.