It used to be a goodluck charm in the Middle Ages you know...
I started my trip spectacularly before I left home by losing some money before I even left on my way to exchanging them into Euros. It`s not that much, it`s just annoying. That was the least of my adventures though.
I haven´t checked my flight schedule since I booked the tickets all the way back in February. I noticed they switched flight hours so that we wouldn`t get to Spain at 2 am and then they seemed to switch it back so whatever, right... When I got to the airport yesterday there was a scared little old lady whom had never flown before and was terrified of getting lost in the airport and not knowing where to find her luggage, etc. and her daughter asked me if I was willing to chaperone her. Sure, I´d love to. That was my chance to find out that her son was waiting for her in Barcelona`s International Airport right in the big city itself and not in Girona where I THOUGHT we were gonna land and where I didn`t have a room booked anyway cause they were out of singles online and I figured I`ll just either get a double for the night or beg them to send me elsewhere (Catalunya doesn`t seem to do the English version of the internetz much). So THAT`s what was up with the schedule change.
On the bright side, I got a free ride from the airport to the place where papper_docka and I are going to stay from the little old lady`s very grateful son. Upon arriving there, I put on my best Ikea Lamp Thrown Out In The Street All By Herself face and was told they were full, but they could recommend other places which given BCN`s tourist influx this weekend would most likely also be full. There was a grumpy looking old man at the reception with the young girl and I don`t know if he was impressed by my lame attempts at Spanish or just more sensitive to Ikea commercials because he said there might be something and he`ll check.
On the not so bright side, I broke my brand new birthday present suitcase on the way to my last minute room. One of the wheels just... came off. But at least I wasn`t out in the streets.
This day has started out swell though. Last night I accidentally showered in the boy`s bathroom and only later realized the girls` bathroom was on the other end of the floor. There was no peen there though. This morning I dutifully went to the girls` bathroom and the first thing I see when I enter? Peen. Naked peen. There were also towel-clad female legs next to it so I think it was there on a field trip with his girlfriend.
Hey, if it worked as a good-luck charm for the medieval artists, works for me too... I`m off to find a bus to Girona so I can pick up papper_docka.
I haven´t checked my flight schedule since I booked the tickets all the way back in February. I noticed they switched flight hours so that we wouldn`t get to Spain at 2 am and then they seemed to switch it back so whatever, right... When I got to the airport yesterday there was a scared little old lady whom had never flown before and was terrified of getting lost in the airport and not knowing where to find her luggage, etc. and her daughter asked me if I was willing to chaperone her. Sure, I´d love to. That was my chance to find out that her son was waiting for her in Barcelona`s International Airport right in the big city itself and not in Girona where I THOUGHT we were gonna land and where I didn`t have a room booked anyway cause they were out of singles online and I figured I`ll just either get a double for the night or beg them to send me elsewhere (Catalunya doesn`t seem to do the English version of the internetz much). So THAT`s what was up with the schedule change.
On the bright side, I got a free ride from the airport to the place where papper_docka and I are going to stay from the little old lady`s very grateful son. Upon arriving there, I put on my best Ikea Lamp Thrown Out In The Street All By Herself face and was told they were full, but they could recommend other places which given BCN`s tourist influx this weekend would most likely also be full. There was a grumpy looking old man at the reception with the young girl and I don`t know if he was impressed by my lame attempts at Spanish or just more sensitive to Ikea commercials because he said there might be something and he`ll check.
On the not so bright side, I broke my brand new birthday present suitcase on the way to my last minute room. One of the wheels just... came off. But at least I wasn`t out in the streets.
This day has started out swell though. Last night I accidentally showered in the boy`s bathroom and only later realized the girls` bathroom was on the other end of the floor. There was no peen there though. This morning I dutifully went to the girls` bathroom and the first thing I see when I enter? Peen. Naked peen. There were also towel-clad female legs next to it so I think it was there on a field trip with his girlfriend.
Hey, if it worked as a good-luck charm for the medieval artists, works for me too... I`m off to find a bus to Girona so I can pick up papper_docka.