Barcelona!!

So Im in Barcelona right now and itçs a really cool city. Im in a hostel about 2 blocks from La Ramblas, a streatch of street that is the equivalent of New York Times Square. Bars, clubs, resturants and trendy shops line up the focal spot and Ive had as much fun as I couñd try to get even though my GAME has been hindered by the illness and canker sores. So what else? Checkig all the hip spots but not gonna waste my money on cover charges and over priced alcphol, I mean why should I when you can drink alcohol on the street but cant take it into the clubs, boo hoo!

I went bar hopping with a group of fellow hostel people yesterday, when we got to a punk bar one of the fellows in my group nudged me to the side and lead me into the bathroom room where he pulled out a small baggy of white powder that he claimed was cociane. He then clena a space in the bathroom stall counter, locked the door and made a line. He then told me how this was crazy shit and I should get on it, I was considering it when he told me to give him money, I tild him I could throw down 5 euro for some but he wanted me to give hime 20 euro and he would also buy me a beer. I politely told him no, but my mind was saying o fuck yourself, he then did a line and we departed. Later he in the night he confessed to us that he was certain that he bought a small baggy of baking soda, which the drug dealer said was coke, for 50 euro, haha loser!

Europe Begins!

So I want to start this right since I forgot an actual journal Iĺl just write it here instead.

I just finally arrived into Barcelona after over a day of traveling, from Portland to Chicago, Chicago to Philidelphia, Philidelphia to Madrid, and a bus from Madrid to Barcelona. The Flight from Chicago to Philly was delayed almost 2 hours and I almost came close to missing my flight, but Ie been sick for the last couple of days that I was almost hoping that the Airline would put me on the next flight and set me up in a hotel to rest, but tat didnt happen. So in the end the total flight hours were 16 hours with a 7 hour bus ride, let me tell you this, it sucks to be sick while traveling for so long. And also, I get canker sores from stress pretty easily so you can tell that with graduation, moving, travling, and my parents ridiculous bickering, I have so many canker sores I cant even eat without torturous pain.

Iĺl write tomorrow about barcelona, but right now Im going to bed, after I I just took a hot shower. Only when I was in the army that such basic things felt like luxuries of royalty.