rain on my parade

Why did I believe that I would be able to wake up at 9am? Stupid. My free breakfast lasts from 7-10 and checkout is at noon. My dumbass woke up at 11:45. I jumped in the shower and threw all of my stuff in my luggage and headed downstairs (I was afraid there would be an extra charge for checking out late) The receptionist called a cab for me to transport me and my baggage to the hostel. Tell me why this bastard pulls up, has 4 euros on the meter, goes hella slow cause he doesn´t know where he´s going (everyone in Barcelona drives very very fast) drops me off three blocks past the address I gave him and then adds a 3 euro supplement. Bastard.

The hostel is nice. The reception guy changed my reservation so instead of staying in a 10 bed co-ed room, it was a two bed room :) WOOO HOOO, although, this place could use some wi-fi.

I didn´t have any time to lose so I wanted to figure out how to get on the autobus turistica. Luckily one of the stops was a mere two blocks away from the hostel. One ticket for 19 euros got me an entire day on any of the three bus routes with unlimited on-offs. I saw everything in Barcelona, but I wasn´t able to go on top of Tibitabo. Next time :) So many pictures!! I had wanted to go to the beach today but the weather couldn´t make up it´s mind. It was sunny, then cloudy, then thunder, then rain, then sun, then rain... well you get the idea. The thing is though, it´s so hot it just evaporates but at the same time it´s so humid it rains again. Maybe it´ll be sunny tomorrow.

So I´m walking down Las Ramblas, and I start seeing street performers. Now, these are not your average spray-myself-silver-and-stand-still street performers. Oh no. They have props, costumes, noises, crews.... you name it. A guy in a cat suit in a painted garbage can (like oscar the grouch) with a door on the front, he meows and shakes it until someone walks by and opens it. A guy on a fake toilet with his pants down reading the paper on a platform. A group of guys that tumble and do crazy gymnastic shit with each other. The silver guy back home needs to work on his game before I hand him any more change.

Back at the hostel I meet lots of Americans, an Australian, two Scottish girls and one Bolivian. Mostly all of us go out for drinks, dinner and a club at the beach. Dinner was good-the reason all the women here are so skinny is because tapas are the food of choice-it had to have been the best Sangria I have ever had. The clubs at the beach... wow. It´s set up like a strip mall with promoters outside handing you flyers to get in free with a free drink. All the clubs are set up different with different music, so all you have to do is walk five steps and it´s a whole new feel. We stopped at a few but ended up at this one that played house. hrmm. No me gusta mucho pero I was on one from the sangria so I stayed for awhile. At about two me, Jackie and Deborah decided to go back to the hostel. Muy temprano para Barcelona.

Now here I am.
After an involved conversation about different travels with fellow hostel stayers.
I think it´s my bedtime :)