Friday, August 10, 2007

chula, not to be confused with chola.

CHÚPEME LOS HUEVOS.

Today sucks.

I was on the verge of publishing a poetically pathetic blog about the events that have transpired in Barcelona these past three days, when it got deleted by a slip of the ring finger.

Alli and I arrived in Barcelona on Wednesday with nowhere to stay. Bleary eyed and bitter about the abrupt wake up on the uncomfortable night train, we were solicited by a man with a kind face offering us shelter. We accepted, but the journey to the hostel, which should have taken 15 minutes, took 2 hours.

I can't do this right now. I have 57 seconds until this hour at the internet café expires and all I want to do is cry.