The End of the European Adventures

It was finally time to leave Disneyland Paris (sigh) and BS and I just couldn't bear to do it. We were scheduled to take a train to Barcelona that day, but not til later. So what did we do to pass the time? Drink. We headed to the Downtown Disney area where they have a couple of bars, ordered beer upon beer, sat in the sun, and soaked up what what was surely to be the last fun experience of the trip. After all, Rome sucked and Paris blew, so Barcelona was bound to be a sucking, blowing, hideous nightmare of a town. So we drank. And we drank some more. And some more.

Finally, we stumbled over to the Metro that we had to take to get to the train station. Somehow, we ended up getting on the wrong one, getting off at some bizarro stop, and wandering in a semi-drunken state around some small town for about an hour and a half. The booze, plus the heat, plus our 60 pound backpacks, plus passing the same buildings like 5 times because we were going in circles almost made me lose my mind and I think I ended up angrily forcing my sister to go into an art shop and ask where the train station was (I speak NO French, and she took it in high school, so she was the designated speaker in that country.) We eventually made it onto the train to Barcelona, and we were off.

Now, I would like to say that Barcelona brought us all sorts of horrific adventures that would make for a fabulous end to this story, but the fact is...Barcelona was amazing! I can't think of a single thing that went wrong. Yeah, I know...pretty anti-climactic...I probably should have thought of that before I started writing this story... Anyways, here is the rundown of our Barcelonan(?) events:

-Checked into awesome hostel with our own private balcony!
-Went to a creepy wax museum where we were the only (real) people and I seriously thought the wax people were going to come to life and kills us
-Ate at the same restaurant, twice/day, every day
-Received a note from random Italian guys in our hostel that read "To mi amor. Love, Italian boys." Attached was a plastic rose.
-Took one of those tourist buses around the city and had to avert our eyes away from these two people practically having sex on the bus...honeymoon, perhaps?
-Saw Mark Knopfler in concert and laughed at the Spanish people chanting "NOAP-FLAIR!"

When our time in Spain was up, we flew back to Scotland and that was that. So basically, there was a happy ending to our story. And, hey, at least we have some fun stories to tell now.

Now, back to normal blogging- stick around, folks!