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I have arrived in Barcelona, and if anything, it is hotter than Madrid. This is ridiculous. I shall come back to the states ready to move to Atlanta, or Tallahassee or Phoenix, and I will live there contentedly with out air conditioning until I forget Spain. There is no air conditioning here, which is probably not a bad thing, seeing as I would likely freeze inside buildings, and have to be bribed to leave.

I waited around for my train for an hour and a half before I thought to ask where the platform was. Twenty minutes before the train left, I was at a station fifteen minutes away from my platform. Oh the agony! Oh the wandering though miles and miles of metro tunnels in a misguided attempt to find a subway going in the right direction! Oh the pain of attempting to locate my subway on a subway map, which turned out to be useless, as it was a special subway that doesn't show up on a map. Oh the bitter irony of finally getting to my station across town, only to have to wait twenty minutes for my train. -_- Seriously.

Nine hours on a train is a lot like nine hours on a bus. Which is to say: about eight more than is in anyway interesting. I saw much graffiti in bright colors (known here as punitio), and a badly dubbed version of Men In Black II. There is a great big plot to make me watch every movie that I was deliberately avoiding, but I'll attempt to be strong.

My train made a sound like booster rockets firing every time it sped up. I didn't examine the sides of the train before getting on, so for all I know, there were booster rockets strapped to the sides, but it seems unlikely. (Although our snazzy little pull out TVs told us that we cranked it up to two hundred kilometers per hour, which was cool.)

I have the slowest hands on a camera ever. I think to myself- Oooo! That would be a cool picture! but by the time I grabbed my camera, whatever it was would be out of sight. So I left my camera out, only to have the same thing happen. Then I held my camera, only to be thwarted by lack of photogenic landscape.

I seem to have converted to this Spanish eating schedule, though not with any grace. Light breakfast around eight, huge (gargantuan) lunch between two and four, then a light dinner around ten thirty. I haven't yet learned the sleep schedule, which seems to be sleep from two until eight, and a siesta in the afternoon.

Fascinating as that is I'm sure, the time has come for me to begin stalking some dinner, and attempt a call home. If I were more on top of things, I would do this tomorrow around eleven, and catch everyone at home. Wait- maybe I'll just wait till tomorrow. Ok, that's one less thing to do.

Postcards: If your name is Bill, Joan, Bibi, or Laura your postcard has been sent. If it isn't, a little patience please, I can only write so fast.

qai goes abroad

Date: 2003-06-26 09:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] geckotoes.livejournal.com
i don't want a postcard-i'd like a drawing please.anything you do in spain-whether its' spain related or not.with a note to go with please.no time frame here-if you just give it to me when you get back-thats' fine.sounds like you are having a great time-wish i could be there with you.some day we'll tackle europe together-until then-try ot stay out of [serious] trouble.

Re: qai goes abroad

Date: 2003-06-28 12:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joyouschild.livejournal.com
Oh tooo late! Seeing as I already mailed it an all. You may laugh when you get it, but you shall also be inflicted with the Spanish Sketchbook(S) of DoooooOOOOm

Re: qai goes abroad

Date: 2003-06-28 06:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spikesvampyr.livejournal.com
you can't tell one of your friends to stay out trouble and expect them to comply. alli, you know that even if we tried to stay out of trouble, it would find us eventually.

i look forward to MY postcard....

when are you coming home, qai? someday, i hope.

Re: qai goes abroad

Date: 2003-06-28 08:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joyouschild.livejournal.com
This coming home thing looks less and less attractive as time goes on. Someone asked me today if I had a work visa- they were hiring at a fairly decent wage. Too bad I was too lazy to get the paperwork done before I left. (It's sitting at home in my room. Fat lot of good it does me there.)

Am returning stateside on the twenty fourth of July. Will probably actually get home by the first of August.

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