What started as a one week stop off preceding my highly anticipated Moroccan travels, quickly turned into a month and a half of endless walking, exploring, speaking terrible Spanish to speaking slightly less terrible Spanish, sketchy alleys, tumultuous week long "friendships", a side trip to Sitges for Carnaval in the midst of a hail/snow/rain storm, all night dungeon parties, life changing impromptu flamenco performances, and daily absentas at the legendary Bar Marsella. All in beautiful Barcelona. It's not surprising how quickly the Spanish mantra seeps it's way into your daily life. "Mañana, mañana, mañana..." Morocco will have to wait.
Here is a little of the Barcelona you may have not seen (but don't worry, I threw a Sagrada Familia shot in there to make you feel at home):
I hope this guy plays at my funeral:
The most aggressive prostitutes I have ever seen:
Car fire, just like the one the week before:
Nacho, our roommate, making the rent:
Snowing in Barcelona:
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