The Rain in Spain

O.k., so I thought I was going to put this blog on hiatus while I was gone but I´m desperately trying to stay awake in order to get my body clock adjusted to the time difference here and I thought typing would keep me concious. Lucky you.

Arrived in Spain today at 7:30 am. I slept the whole way over (thank you modern chemistry!), but Sharon was not so lucky. I see no good reason that she shouldn´t take one of my pills and nod off but she claims that one of us needs to stay awake in case there´s an emergency. Yeah, right. First off, if there´s a minor emergency, nobody is going to single us out to help. And if there´s a major emergency, well, we´re dead. Personally, I´d rather sleep through that. Anyway, bottom line is that she got zero sleep.

Which is what made her think it was a good idea to go on a cruise this afternoon. Two hours of sitting on a boat looks pretty attractive to a sleepy person and, being the indulgent boyfriend that I am, I agreed to go along with this idea. Well, what they don´t tell you at the ticket booth for this hellride is that as soon as you leave the protected harbor of the city, you will encounter five to eight foot rolling swells that will toss the tour boat around like a cork in a swimming pool full of fat kids. I kid you not people. If you´ve never been on a ride like this, I don´t reccomend it. Especially if you have jet lag. Longest 2 hours of my freakin´ life. And to add insult to injury, there´s NO scenery on this trip. It takes you around the most industrial and ugly parts of Barcelona. Bah!

Once we were back ashore though, and I had recived Sharon´s assurance that she would never, under any circumstances ask me to do that again, things started looking brighter. We walked the old part of the city for most of the afternoon and saw one of the most stunning cathedrals in the world. The craftsmanship of every single detail was mindblowing. Not to mention the scale of the thing. Huge! The only downside to this attraction was that nearly everyone, except us, was ignoring the massive signs that were posted everywhere that said "SILENCE" in about ten different languages. I mean, WTF? Even if you aren´t Catholic, it´s called "respect" people. Mostly Germans. Figures. I´m sorry to call you out Germany, but you produce the bulk of the world´s annoying tourists.Fact! Good thing too, or we´d be in first place.

Spent the rest of the day wandering alleyways and watching street performers, the best of which was a guy made up like a mime who was sitting on a toilet with his pants around his ankles pretending to take a crap. And people were giving him money for this. I´m going to try it as soon as I get back. Sounds easier than work.

Well, dear readers, I´ve done it. The clock has now struck ten and I´m going to sleep.

Buenos Noches