Busy

First of all, yogurt is most definetly a solid. Second of all, horchata is most definitely exciting. And third of all, the reason you get timely updates from kunal only is that I lock my Itouch away after a certain hour of the night. Those of you who know Spanish, go read kunal's Spanish post (solemnclosure.blogspot.com) and you'll understand why. Actually, the whole blog has a fair amount of comedic value.

So anyways. Starting two days ago. Finch was sick, and so the three of us set out on our own after arming him with a baguette and sandwich fixin's. We went to a castle on a hill and the nearby Olympic stadium, and it was easily the most fun sightseeing I've done all trip. We have reverted to adventure-style sightseeing, where we climb things, open unmarked doors, and follow random signs. Anyways, we discovered a vista point with a rather pleasant view of the ocean, and we lunched ourselves. That was the highlight.

There was free entry to a club that night, so we went. The clubbing was fairly unremarkable (except that they coreographed an awesome light show with every song). Kunal and I decided to leave before cameron. This was a bad idea. We first couldn't find our bus stop. So we walked about a mile into the city before realizing we had no idea where we were. So we walked back and waited to find someone from our hostel to follow back. Then we saw our bus go by. So we sprinted after it for about half a mile and got on. Then we managed to overshoot our stop and walk the exact wrong way once we got off. We found the hostel about two and a half hours after we left the club. Upon arriving, we realized we had no idea where cam was. I went to sleep while kunal wrote an immensely exciting blog post about it. Turns out he was just on his way back.

We slept in an embarrasingly long time the next day, and wound up only doing some communal bone-strengthening and then wandering las ramblas (a crowded and upscale commercial street, and also the home of a lot of sketchy activity). I was rather awkwardly solicited by a prostitute. I suspect it was a pickpocketting distraction, actually, but I got my hand in my pocket quickly and my money (and my dignity) are still in tact.

Finch joined us again today, and we went to a hill with an amazing view on the other end of town. It had a binch of architecture deaigned by a famous native who was appropriately named Gaudi. Much fun sightseeing, and some of the coolest street musicianing I've seen all trip. Many classical guitarists, and this strange harp/steel drum duo that worked surprisingly well. Anyways, my next update will probably be from the (18 hour) train out of here. My how time flies. This trip is so much fun, and also about 1/3 over.