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Forgive our french but this is aptly named: "THINGS GET s***TY IN SPAIN"
hahahahah i can hardly contain myself when i think about this...
I gave rachel a limit: only ONE scenic picture in every city, exception being if a person is in the picture. i don't want a whole roll of stupid buildings that we don't even know what they are. so we're walking in barcelona, and rach decides she wants the ONE picture to be of the marina in barcelona. it really was just a bunch of boats, and was it worth it? probably not, but rachel wanted it. keep in mind, the weather is beautiful, it's hot and sunny, and rach is in flip flops....
She walks up towards the water, and talks a picture, and i'm not paying attention, and all of a sudden i hear rachel go "OH MY GOSH AHHH OH MY GOSH SICK SICK SICK" and i turn around and rachel, in her flip flops, has stepped in the sickest, wettest, brownest, biggest pile of s*** i have ever seen. and dear readers, i do not swear, but the word "poop" would not do this justice...it must have been fresh horse s*** because it was wet and brand new and smelled like nothing i have ever smelled before. and it was all over rachel's foot. then i look around because she's drawing attention to herself, and i see famalies walk by pointing at rachel's foot saying something in spanish, and then people start gagging. gagging and pointing at rachel because the smell is overpowering. she threw her flip flop away close to the crowd but i start gagging myself and walking away, feeling like i'm going to throw up
i'm so embarassed i yell to rachel "put your shoe back on!!!" and try to walk away but it's looks like brown porridge is all over her shoe and foot, so i try to be the good sister and clean her shoe, but this was like magic s***, and would be soggy and sticky to the flip flop, and then it gets all over my hand, so i start gagging again, and throw it in to a bag...rach and i walk away with the shoe in a bag, laughing so hard we're almost peeing our pants, and we set up shop about a block away and i'm calling her "s*** foot" and she's calling me "s*** hand"...between two people we have three good feet and three good hands, so we get some money out, buy some water, rinse off her foot and my hand the best we can, and run away as fast as we can to the beach where we found a super powered tap to clean her shoe and foot.
needless to say, poop just doesn't cut it. but we did tell everyone that things got "really s***ty" in barcelona that day
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