March 2008
36 posts
Los días de puta madre. This is a long one.
So it´s been a few days, so this post is going to be a fatty. After my stressful evening alone, wandering the streets being chased by ragged Pakistani dudes (again, I´m not racist. they were all in fact Pakistani. They told me without me asking). I bought a fallafel sandwich and a beer and went to bed on the couch. The thought of sleeping alone in a big bed in an empty apartment was too much for...
24 hours of emotional rollercoaster, 3 hours of...
Leaving was hard. I miss my baby (ies) already. I would not recommend flying Lufthansa, their seats are incredibly small and their food is really disgusting… BUT, they did have a radio station that played nothing but German raver music, so I take it back. Ride Lufthansa. I made it from the airport to my apartment for the week without a cab, thanks to the handy Barcelona book I got from Anny....
sunny sky = happy nan
sad ravers and ghosts
tree climbing
