Barca

Ok, so basically the day started off with us dragging ourselves out of bed to catch the train after a surprise night out. It took a mammoth effort but we managed to make it here to Barca and climb the steep slope to our hostel, which first appeared to be an old mansion but then we discovered the hostel was behind the mansion and slightly below, but it still holds an atmosphere and have already met a couple of people from Cambridge, Texas and Germany. Today was quite eventful as our plans to meet Jack and Phil were quickly scuppered as the train advertised on the Internet, was full. So, thanks to our new friend Enrique Arias Ibanez we now have a mammoth two day journey through France and so very mad villages, but who knows, this is what it´s all about. We´ve just been out to find the Nou Camp, which we tried to sneak into but were quickly stopped by security, however as we made our way back we stumbled upon something similiar to Amsterdam, which was near Diagonal Avenue, it seemed quite out of place and we had a few mishaps, namely Victor getting confused about all his hormones. Nothing new there then, but tomorrow we look to relax on the beach all day in preparation for THE journey of a lifetime. Bring it on.