Inside-Bcn Barcelona

... named after one of the worlds most famous traitors must have been ok. It was great. A stir fry of beans, bacon and onions, so nice, and so much nicer than it sounds. Joss recognized the word for potato and remembered a yummy potato dish she once had at a tapas restaurant. We were disappointed to find that the potato word meant ‘hot chips’ as a side to the big beef kebab that came with it. We also ended up with a seafood rice dish and a ...

... which is like 3 dollar pints so not bad at all. Anyway, we met up with another guy from contiki...he was supposed to meet us at 930 but obviously with the trains we couldnt make it and LUCKIL we found some ****** wifi at one train station so sean emailed him on facebook from his itouch and he got it...LUCKY....so we emailed him once we got there, and he got it last minute, and showed up at our hostel and we partied til 5 Am....it was a monday night but oooh wells we found a sweet club just ...

... and then walked away, a few minutes later he came back and said to me, "You love your grandson?" trying to get me to buy a rose for Jake. It was just too much, and this man was hilarious, and I should have just bought a freaking rose from the poor guy, but he left before I could stop laughing long enough to ask the price. Oh well. Anyway, definitely not looking forward to leaving, but at least I know I'll be back!

... where ANTM's finale was held and definitely took pictures haha. Our tour guide Genoveva said to go to Caixa Forum which I'm not sure what it is but she said to go. We went out Thursday night with two guys from our program to three bars. At the last one I ordered this nasty expensive sangria which I barely drank. It was seriously nasty. HA! Funny story; on Friday when we were walking to meet the tour bus (before the food poisoning hit) some ...

... to the highest peak of the park, we looked out over the city of Barcelona, sat on a rock in the cool shade and had a much needed lunch. My father looked over at me, but this time with a sweaty, tired face and said, "What Next?" All I could mutter was, "A Shower!" In total agreement I navigated us down the backside of the park to the metro and off we went back to the hostel for a shower, nap, and eventually dinner on the roof top garden ...

Coisas únicas podem acontecer em uma viagem feita com a mochila nas costas, um mapa na mão e muitas idéias na cabeça. Esta independência de programas de viagem e agências cuidando de "tudo" nos leva a um sentimento misto de liberdade e abandono. A liberdade advém da possibilidade de visitar o que se deseja, deixar de lado aquilo que não interessa e quando a vontade vier, simplesmente sentar e ver a vida local seguir o seu fluxo. E acreditem, isso é parte da ...

... a couple) and i'm going to link their blogs here cos im sure they can't wait to relive their time in barcelona through their writing (it's just an excuse for me to take a break from updating :) www.xanga.com/thehappyheartsclub and www.xanga.com/iamshooby but really, the past 2 weeks was such a rich experience for everyone that will stay in their memories and mine in all the time to come (even when we return to singapore) it will truly be what we call, fond memories.

... place to wash their sins away. We walked towards it and Shane decided to have a picture with it as he kissed it. He handed me the camera and as I was focusing, I accidentally pressed the release button. I think I might have yelled "****" when that happened. I'm not sure if I did say that but how blasphemous would that have been. On our way to Barcelona, I started to feel my stomach acting up. I was hoping and praying that I was not about to have a diarreah attack. All ...

... she said, "the boat's not leaving - weather too bad". "You could have said something over the PA!" I said, though not quite as nicely as that. So she did. The next boat didn't leave until 11.30pm so I asked to be put on that one. Apparently, the 'deal' I got instead is worth 10,000 peseta more, which I find slightly hard to believe. It includes dinner on board and a cabin for the night but takes four hours longer. I guess it's not a bad deal and I won't ...

... to work in restaurants purely to improve their English. It puts to shame my foreign vocabulary which consists of Greek insults and Spanish that is good only for purchasing milk and asking the way to the pastry shop. That night we visited Barcelona harbour, a similar establishment to Melbourne´s Southgate. Boutique shops and cafes rounded off a pleasant night and I sought to improve relations with the Puche sisters by making dinner.