Barcelona

Here I am at the Hostel Avinyo. I have a lovely little room with a single bed and a wash basin all to myself. Chris booked it a week ago over the internet for the two of us. He´ll be sleeping in a dormroom at another establishment for the night. Yup, we´re booked into two different hostels.

After the drive through dacqueries and the drive through cigarettes and the drive through banking we found ourselves in London where it was damp and grey for the most part. One day we woke up and it snowed. I thought I had escaped the winter but apparently it found me across the water.

It was nice to hang out with Hilda who was sick for a few days when we were there and then to have that one day with Lulu.

Paris was belle in a ghetto way. It´s a lot like NYC that way. Covered in grafitti and litter. The subways were cramped and old but there is a charm to that. People were friendly and the sights were well, Parisienne. We stayed in Montmatre with Sarah´s friend Mariane for the entire time. She was kind enough to leave us her tiny but beautifully cozy apartment.

The first night in Barcelona was well, loud. People here really don´t go to sleep until the wee hours of the morning and the walls at the hostel are paper thin. It´s clean and it´s comfortable though.