There to Greet Us Were Pretty Senoritas

The bus was an okay ride to the airport because we had a lot of extra room, so we could have one person in each set of seats. It wasn’t until about 11pm that we made it to the airport in London-Stansted. We got to play the fun waiting game until 5am by sleeping in shifts. I was glad that it was just myself and Danielle on this trip, mainly because the other girls who had invited themselves along had now uninvited themselves from our hotel room.

After we checked our bags, went through security, ate breakfast, and walked to our terminal, our flight to Barcelona was underway, and we landed at a comfortable 11:30am in Girona. From the terminal we took the bus into the main city of Barcelona, and then took a taxi from the bus station to our hotel. Checked in there, had lunch, and I was surprised to discover that I like oyster, crab, calamari, and mussel meat. Just not all at once.

Once figuring out the bus and metro system to place, we high tailed it back into the main part of the city and walked down to Platja de la Sainta Sebastian, or something along that name. I think we laid out on the beach and swam until 6pm, or later. Geez was it crowded! I thought I wasn’t going to be able to lay down at all.

On the plus side, the ocean waves are very calming, especially when you can wade out past your head and just float around, listening to that odd chant by the unlicensed, Middle Eastern men walking around trying to sell beer and stuff. After the fifth chant of “Fan-ta-So-da-Cuer-ve-sas-BEER!” it does get stuck in ones head.

Despite that, I did manage to brush up on my Spanish a bit, and at least remember key phrases as we were going around. It especially came in handy once we made it to the Hard Rock for dinner. Oh, that food is oh-so-good and the Spanish-men oh-so-good-looking. At least I had a coupon for a free souvenir, and was also able to get a t-shirt and a Pilsner souvenir glass to commemorate being in Barcelona.

Following that most amazing dinner, Danielle and I hopped into a taxi made it back to the hotel, upon which time I promptly passed out on the bed with my cloths on.

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Part of trip: London Summer Internship 2009

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