a few more boobs in barcelona!

Ola!
We all arrived safe and sound in Barcelona. One of those fluky stories happened right away, which only seem to shine when your on some kind of adventure...
Perhaps I didn´t say but after Sarita et al. flew to Euro the day before I did, they had to stay their first night in a hostel in London. All the flights were booked up so they ended up taking a 28hr bus to Barce. Meanwhile, I flew to Scotland, waited and waited, got on my pricy flight and took a direct bus from an outskirt airport to the Barce bus station. I had been checking my email frequently but still had not heard from Sarita. I figured they had probably already stayed a night in one of the hostels here and it was just a matter of finding them. As I´m on the bus, I thought as soon as I arrived to Barce I would seek out an internet cafe and check if she had emailed me yet... I get off the bus and just as I´m about to walk away, I hear, "Tani! Tani!". Low and behold, its Pat and the gang had just arrived! Their bus pulled up right beside mine! We all couldn´t believe it! Sarita thought I was already here but because she couldn´t check her email on the bus she didn´t know where I was... I was crazy! One of the most populated countries in the world and I run into the 4 people I´m looking for! We got an apartment right away. The place is nice, little kitchenette, separate bedroom and I have a cot. We´ve skated a couple of the heavy hitting spots and gone to the casually topless beaches, all in all having an amazing time. I´ve met a couple of the locals skatin at Sants. Its pretty sweet to be able to say, "Hasta luega!¨(see you later) and mean it! More topless days and restless nights ahead!

sleepless nights...

Well in case you were concerned (and I know there are a few family members that are) I made it through the night. This place has a great sitting area for sleeping and I definately wasn't the first to notice this. The good seats were definatly all taken. I could't fall back to sleep once I woke up 12:30am, so I've been up reading since then (its now 7am). Jet lag is a bummer sometimes. This airport is pretty much isolated on the country coastline (as most airports are) so there was nothing to do or see. I'm getting restless for my flight to Spain (its not until 2pm) and I'm almost finished the book I started on the flight here... I'm feeling a bit of the cabin fever and am looking forward to connecting with everyone in Barcelona... time just doesn't go by fast enough when your bored. Oh well! I'm liking Scotland. The countryside that I saw on the train to the airport was beautiful. Just as you'd imagine and more! -rolling green pastures, plump cattle, and just when you think that's good enough, the ocean peeks through. I haven't been taking any photos, thus far, but I will! Its way chillier here than you'd think... well, I guess the ocean is right there so its all exposed... either way I think I'm in for a temperature shock once I get to Spain! Time will tell! Hoepfully, Sarita et al are in Barce now. I got an email from her yeaterday saying that they had to stay the night in London and then take a 28hr bus to Barce. That would mean they are arriving sometime yesterday? I guess we'll all be equally relieved to arrive in one piece...

oh, the waiting game...

So far I've made it to Glasgow. Once I got to the ariport I was told I had to go to another airport in Glasgow that flew out to Barcelona. After a bus ride, a train ride and many internet checks later, I've made it! Except the next flight to Barc doesn't leave until 2pm tomorrow (its currently 3:30pm), so it looks like a sleep over in the airport. I checked for hostels but they are all booked up, or are have men's dorm availability. Bummer, so the waiting continues... the flight here wasn't too bad. We had a stopover in Calgary and then the 7.5 hr flight to Glasgow. I was sitting next to a retired Scottish police officer, who told me about his family etc. The accents here are great -a little hard to understand at times, but great! I am eager to get on with the airport biz but this is how it goes! I can't really think of anything else right now. I didn't get that much sleep on the plane last night... maybe an hour or two... my brain is tired and I need to brush my teeth!

Her stormy brows.

LOG #1: ...3days and counting... Sarita and I are starting to lose it. She has been sitting curled up in the corner, moaning for days now, mumbling, and swaying. Her eyes have been darting around like little flies that are desperately trying to escape the confinements of a window, not realising that is has been opened but 2 inches from there fumbling attempts... I don't know what to do. I've tried talking, I've tried coaxing her with chocolate, I've tried scrubbing her down with Pat's dirty shoes... but nothing works. So I've resorted to senseless shrills into her tiny little ears. Still nothing. She does not blink. She does not move... until she looked at me and began to smile... and then cackle... into hysterics that could only be understood as last attempts at morality. Finally, when the tears had been shed, hers from laughter, mine from fear... we looked at eachother once more and simultaneously yelled "we're going to motha f*cking Spain!!!!!!!!!!" ...the spell had been lifted, the gas had been passed, the music stopped skipping and we began to dance. What a relief!.. Relief?...perhaps this is only the beginning... perhaps.

I'm off to Barcelona, Spain!!!

So I bought my tickets online at midnight on Sunday, May 13th. The next day I informed my work that I had to go on this once in a lifetime trip... so off I go! I'm going to be travelling with a group of friends from Nanaimo, BC. A little back history about this trip: I had been talking about this trip for the last year with Sarita and her boyfriend, Pat. Pat went to Barcelona for a month last year and had such a great time he wanted to go back again. Last year he travelled with a few skate friends and ended up renting out a house for a month. Sarita and I were both really interested in repeating this adventure and our wheels began turning. Up until recently, not much commitment was showing from the guys that had seemed interested. Sarita and I thought that it wasn't going to happen. I started a new job and told them about the possible excursion. They were not keen on hiring someone for the summer if they weren't going to be here. So I ended up telling them that I would not go and I got the job. In the mean time, Sarita and the five others ended up finding cheap flights to London online and booked there tickets. At first I was cool with the idea of not going, as I thought that this trip would become a yearly ritual for some of the peeps, but as the trip neared I began to doubt this acceptance. After a weekend out, with those that were jumping the big pond, they really made it hard for me to remain so content. I couldn't think of any of the good reasons not to go. Hastily, I started looking online for tickets and ended up booking mine. Unfortunately, I will not be flying with everyone. Instead I will fly into Glasgow, Scotland the day after everyone leaves. Once I get there I will wait on standby for a cheap flight to Barcelona. There I will meet up with the gang and, hopefully, we'll have a house to rent for the month. The benefit to flying into Scotland is that I've never been there before and will probably fly back a day or two earlier than my flight home to check out the city. So right now I'm trying to save as much last minute cash as I possibly can while dealing with last minute travel details. This blog is my way of keeping you all posted. Feel free to send emails!