i'm pretty sure our ryanair flight almost crashed on the way to dublin. suddenly, the .99 cent airfare deal is so clear to me. i started praying and a certain someone laughed at me, but whatevs. we're alive. i didn't want to die next to that woman anyway.
i spent this past thurs-sunday in barcelona w/ my facebook husband. i loved it, even though we had the hostel roommate from hell. this guy single handedly stunk up the 8 person bedroom. the smell not only filled the room, but went through the walls and filled our room's bathroom, shower, and toilet areas. like, i'm talking seeped through the doors and shit. even though it was pretty bad all around, i feel especially bad for the guy who had to sleep on the bottom bunk under the smelly kid.
i described it as some kind of wet feet smell, but pj's sticking to his guess of vagina.
aside from that though the hostel was nice. barcelona was gorgeous, and the weather was perfect. i was also slightly peeking at the guy who had to sleep under smelly guy. but maybe it was a pity peek b/c--for reals--words cannot describe that smell.
so yes. 4 months. 19 cities. 6 countries.
soon i'll add home to that growing list, but i've got to get through may first.
presentation wednesday and then finals soon. would it be irresponsible to skip studying and hop on the 6-hour but temptingly cheap midnight bus to madrid?
good thing i'm not irresponsible...
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sagrada familia
olympic phallus
la pedrera
park guell
museum of catalunya art
=)
casa batllo
more to come.
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