Don't get me wrong, Barcelona is a great city. The bars are wonderful, the food is beyond great, and the beach is one of the most amazing ones I have ever been on. However, there are a lot of problems with this city:
1: What is the deal with Indian dudes and their squeaky advertisement toys. I am not sure what these things are but the most common thing I can compare them to is a high pitched turkey call. Indian dudes are every 30ft selling glowing rubber band fired spinning things (again the best name I could come up with) and squeaking these horrible sounds. I didn't want to buy your crappy helicopter in the first place, and squeaking in my face isn't helping your sale.
2: Graffiti. Why do punks feel the need to spray paint everything the see. Grow up and stop ruining everything you see.
3: The elderly. I thought Florida had a lot of old folks living there and reining in their twilight years, but Barcelona trumps them with old folks doing the same thing but being active. Do you have any idea hoe hard it is to pass a group of 90 year old women WALKING down the street? It's impossible! You can't be rude, but they can't hurry up. Don't they know that they are old and their life is coming to a close? Shouldn't they be moving with a bit more haste? I've seen younger people at the nickel slots in New Orleans.
4: Thugs rule the city. Screw Compton, CA in the early 90s, Barcelona is riddled with gangs. We saw 2 Americans getting beaten up by 8 Spanish dudes in a back alley. The Batman in me wanted to help them, but my lack of stab wound protection didn't let it happen. Walking away from this mugging was the hardest thing I have ever had to deal with in my life. I have never felt more helpless for my fellow man, and for my ability to defend him. It was very, very sad.
Here is what happened to our group, it is kind of like the first three days of the 12 days of Christmas, but with crime:
1: Night club face punching by some random Spaniard who was grabbing our girls. However, kind of like Buster Bluth, getting in the face was on his bucket list, so he isn't upset about it. Actually he made a few people on our trip jealous.
2: Vinyl clocks bought. Sorry dad but I bought you two badass vinyl clocks, one of the stones And on of the dead, but surprise surprise, the clocks stopped working and I left them in Barcelona.
3: People robbed. Well honestly it is one, but one kid had his wallet stolen while sleeping on the train. One thought his wallet was stolen at a night club, but found out the next day that he put it in his bag. The last, Charner, had some random chick try and steal her purse while walking back from breakfast. Luckily her karate stance scarred the chick off.
I am currently in Madrid which is an amazing city. This group has 2 days left and then it gets started again. I finally found a computer with a CD drive so I will try and post my pics from Interlaken tomorrow.
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