I got off the train in Barcelona and right beside me was Chris, the guy that sat next to me twice in Nice when I played piano. What a coincidence! He was going to the same place! He invited me to hang out with him and his brother that night, along with this other guy they met earlier. I abandoned the film festival, haha and hung out with them. Hell, I would have only been able to see one film by then cause of my train delay. So I decided to choose people over fake, projected people on a screen. We had fun, went to this bar that Mikel (the other guy they met at the hostel) told us about since he lived in Barcelona for a while before. It looked like a dungeon. A cool dungeon with lots of college kids in it. We played foosball at the end of the night when had thoroughly wet our whistles with four pitchers, two of them beer and two of them sangria. Wow, I know. The sangria was very sweet. It is fruit mixed with wine. I think Whit would like it. I bet he's had it. Chris and I lost against Sean (Chris's brother) and Mikel. It was still fun. And sitting around talking about music with Chris was interesting since he is going to live his dream and go to music school for singing even though he's now 24. I think he graduated from another college before. Anyway, there were some people on the streets dressed up in halloween costumes. Isn't that the coolest thing ever? I spent halloween in Barcelona, randomly. Hahaha. I'm so happy. And now I'm safe in my hotel room in Athens again. I got a text that some of the others are stuck on Santorini for the night. Oh man, hope they're ok. But that means I'll have this hotel room for myself tonight. It's nice and quiet. A good contrast to traveling almost every day for about a week and a half. Woooooow what an awesome trip. And what an experience.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
October Break (Part 5)!
I did not go to the Marseille beach on Saturday morning. I ended up going to a halloween decorated coffee shop, waiting, checking out at the latest time, 11:00 and then waiting at the train station to go to Barcelona finally. The train ride was very long and there were these extremely annoying drunk guys at the other end of my car. There was really only one that was annoying though. He was so drunk and kept swearing really loudly, laughing obnoxiously and being plain rude. We were in France most of the time in the train and about a quarter the way through the ride, he brings up to his friends, "Oh, such people are such dicks! Remember that French FUCK that blah blah blah..." Hahahaha crazy kid. He was like a dumbass Jack Black mixed with a misunderstanding Frida Kahlo.
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