Well, I ran home from my classes on Thursday (Mar. 10), packed my stuff, and got myself to the bus station. I got to the Prado de San Sebastion bus stop and a very nice Spaniard pointed me in the exact wrong direction of the airport bus stop and I had to run in order to catch the bus, thank gosh Kyle called me and told me it was there and that I needed to run! I probably would've missed that one, had to wait 30 minutes and never been able to live it down. Ever.
Kyle, Brian, Lyndsey and I made our way to the airport where we waited for our flight. We were on Spanair so we got to check our bags though! Hallelujah! I really hate having to carry on all my luggage for trips. It's such a hastle! Good call on the Spanair choice!
We got to Barcelona at night and took the bus to Catyuna (or something like that) and from there were approached by a man with a SOB story about his lover who had cheated on him and, I knew where this was headed, he concluded by asking us for money. Brian caved and gave him 70 cents and then we walked on our way down La Rambla to find our hostel. We left the boys in charge of directions. Poor judgement on our part. We realized after approximately 1 hour of walking, bags in hand. But, they are good guys and they are great about traveling with girls at night! They made sure we were with them and in the middle, not on the edges, and Kyle even stopped once to make sure a group of guys didn't bother us! Well, we got to our hostel eventually and as Kyle is constantly hungry because his host doesn't feed him enough, we went out for some food/drinks.
We walked around again for a while before coming all the way back to a bar we passed and made fun of Kyle for suggesting, calling him Grandpa Kyle. A name that stuck. We had a beer each, Kyle tried to steal a glass but got caught by the table next to us (HILAREOUS!), and then we went and had a kabob and then went home for the night. I thought I would be able to sleep like a baby. Boy, was I wrong! There was a man snoring louder than anyone I've ever heard! Daddy, he was louder than when you wake yourself up on the couch!! I know! But it IS possible to be louder than that!
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