Ah, Barcelona, home of the Ice bar, Ramblas street, and Lighthouse festivals. The third trip on our stop was in Barcelona, Spain. My dad and I stayed at a hostel again. This particular hostel sticks in my mind because of my roommates. One was this chick with dreadlocks down to her butt, and once when I was sleeping I looked over and right below my bottom bunk is an almost nude dude doing yoga on the floor. Parallel to my bed. In order to get out of the bed, I had to nicely ask nude dude (Australian) to move in such a way that I could get around him to get out of the bed. Moving on to the streets of Barcelona. I think this is the first time I tried cooking on this trip. I
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