Forgot about this...

Sorry it's been a little while. I'll start where we left off last. So we had an extra day in Geneva cause we missed our train. We were pissed because we lost a day in Barcelona. However, we were able to make the best of it. It took us like 4 and a half hours to find bikes to rent. So worth it. We finally got them and they were free which was even better so we rode them around Geneva for like 2 hours. The best part of the ride was around Lake Geneva just cause of the awesome weather and scenery around us. We took it easy that night because we learned that getting heavily intoxicated did not make it easier to wake up early in the morning. So we check out of our hotel at like 6 in the morning and at the time it is revealed to us that we had been charged like 200 dollars for breakfast that we rarely ever got. So that sucked. Our day didn't get that much better after that. That bitch in Geneva gave us a train schedule for july 1st even though it was june 28th. So we were all like... Is this going to work? And she was all like... Totally. We knew that we had a long day of travel ahead regardless. In total it ended up being like 17 hours of train rides and hell. Along the way we ran into more problems because the trains for the 28th actually aren't the same for the 1st. So F that B. One good thing that happened because of it was that we were able to stop at Avignon for a few hours. We saw the Palace of Popes and all that good stuff. Our last train to Barcelona departed at 830. We were on the connecting train before it which was scheduled to arrive at 809. At our second to last stop the train decided to stay stopped. So were totally like.. wtf mate? These cops came on the train and started checking everyones passports because they heard that Greg J was a fugitive sneaking into the country. Luckily, we avoided them. We got to our last train just as it was about to depart. Phew.



We finally got to our hostel in Barcelona at midnight. Showered. Drank some sangria, super delish. Then we walked to La Rambla which Barcelona's most famous street. Apparently at night it's Barcelona's most famous hooker hub. I know it sounds racist, but I swear that every single hooker was black. I'm sorry. It's just how it was. Greg J got 12. Nothing else was happening so we went back and slept. Yesterday we did a lot. We went back to La Rambla, unfortunately not as many hookers, but there was a sweet market where we got fruits and candies. Then there was some old guy walking down the street, ass naked, with-brace yourselves-the biggest man part ever to exist. Not that we looked. So continuing that theme, we all went to a sex shop afterwards. It was suprisingly classy for a sex shop. We were impressed. Next, we went to La Sagrada Familia which is the sickest most unique church ever. So night rolled in and we got a little crunk. We went with a bunch of people from our hostel this awesome club by the beach. We danced, we met people, danced some more, got really expensive liquids, and then finally realized that it was 6 in the morning. Since it was already so early we just decided to stay on the beach to watch the sunrise. That was sweet. No girls were there. Finally, we made it back to our hostel at like 7 and passed out. Woke up at 12. Got some sunny D and pringles. Saw colin's brothers. Then we went to the beach.

I have never been hotter in my life than I was today at the beach. It was at least, AT LEAST, 10 million degrees celcius. And if you didn't know it is customary for females to remove their tops at the beach. Interesting... very interesting. Now we're back at the hostel planning for tonight. We leave tomorrow for Ibiza. Shits gon be off da hizzie. We'll talk to you after if we're still alive.

Liam.

Bye.