Dear Diary,
This morning, as Alli and I walked past L'Arc de Triomf to get to the metro station to get to Sants to buy train tickets to get us to Milan, I caught a glimpse of the Torre Abgar, the giant fallic building located just outside the city's center. Excited by this beacon of hope, Barcelona's own morning wood, a symbol of life and creation and enduring esperanza, I declared my love for the early morning boner.
Upon exclamation, a young man of unidentified ethnicity hollered at me from the passenger's side of his best friend's ride, asking for my phone number. I told him it was long distance and that I doubted he could afford it.
11 agosto 7:24
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2 comments:
?que pasa, senoritas? have not heard from you several days all's well here pray for your safe trip gpd
Looking for your latest blog.
If the phones are giving you trouble go to one of the phone stores that doesn't have a long line { i waited hours for service in downtown Milan} and see if they can help you
Grannie kkkkkkkkkkk
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