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... and scary Gothic City-like) at about 10:00 at night. (On the Spanish schedule, this is dinner time or time to take a stroll around the town.) I love walking around at night because there's such a care-free air: there are all different sorts of groups of people strolling around talking and laughing, all the buildings are lit up, and there's usually a musician or two playing away at their instrument of choice. Just ...

... on a long line to get in, but it moved fairly quickly. The church, still unfinished, is intimidating in scale and overwhelming in detail. The areas you can go are fairly limited, and you end up spending a lot of time looking at the unnecessarily large museum area, hoping to find something of interest in all of the materials. I'd much rather spend more time in more of the completed areas, but alas they are off limits.

We then headed down to ...

... older than 15. And as always we made a mad dash to the Pisa airport and almost missed our check-in time. After we arrived, the rest went smoothly. Our hostel was great and Angie was already there and waiting for us when we got there. We decided to go out to dinner and invited the two french girls from Paris who were also staying in our room at the hostel. It was so much fun and we ...

... club called Catwalk. So we went there, and I said ït, and they asked how many people i was with and they let us all in!! Clubs here are pretty exclusive, you need to know certain people... so Im glad my mentor can help us get in. Also, the people we were with last night are people in our class... Isabelle from Orlando, Carlo from NYC, Brenden from New jersey, Fernando from Uruguay (who speaks no english whatsoever ...

... Luckily, Chris, the guy that got us in was able to help me out. He convinced me to get into the cab by myself, told the driver where i needed to go and off I went. It was so nerve racking! I got back to the campsite at about 4:30am and then as I was to my room, I see Uta, Chris, Ash, and Charlie, with Gareth, hanging out at the picnic table. (the people that left me behind) they made excuses, and such that I didnt care for, so instead I took a ...

Europe part 1 started with my parents and younger sister which was good. We ended up in Ireland to start with and visited both Shannon and Cork. After several days there, I went off on my own to Spain to try and meet up with some friends there and GREATLY underestimated how much this trip would cost me. My lack of funds turned out to create an interesting trip for me. I flew from Cork to Malaga, Spain and arrived too late to catch ...

... back to the protestors at the entrance trying to persuade tourists not to support the fight. The second fight was just plain boring. No style, just blood and jeers from the crowd, as both the bull and a matador, who was slightly awkward, looking like they'd have preferred to be on the beach. "Two down, four to go," said the son without a smile. "How long do you want to stay?" asked his mom. Her brother shrugged, but had put his handy cam away. Then, in the ...

Got in a bit late to Barcelona and found a hotel just off Placa Catalunya. Wandered around Las Ramblas for the evening and ended the night in the Born area. Barcelona is very cool to walk around. Have heard plenty of stories about pickpockets and have seen it happen twice here in the last two days. Being very careful, but it's still a great city.

... down. She told me now to get even sicker than I already was, and I was off. I caught the correct bus but had no idea where to get off! I asked the bus driver and he said something about two stops. I was not sure whether he had said ¨two stops AGO,¨ or ¨In two stops,¨ so I just sat down and enjoyed the ride. Mind you, I had been the victim of numerous curious stares due to my backpack that was half the size of myself, so I was already feeling stupid. Two stops later, I saw no train ...

... and supported the political struggles of the workers. The shy Gaudí fell in love with one Miss Pepita Moreu but proposed too late, when she was already engaged. It appears that matters of the heart were forever buried, from that point onwards, as he dedicated himself solely to his architectural cause and never married. In 1883 ...