happy Cinco de Mayo to all you people at work

Day 2 in Barcelona. So far, we have walked roughly 300 miles, which is a lot even for me.

Yesterday we walked to the beach, where there were some very unfortunately naked people, and then Mike and Cameron napped for roughly half a day while I watched some amazing music videos (remember when the Offspring didn't suck? Me neither.). Then, for some reason (namely, hunger), the Baron and I decided to go back outside.

Continental Europe operates on a schedule very much like mine. People eat dinner at 11 p.m., watch sports highlights into the early morning, and mostly don't sleep (on the flipside, they are much, much, much, much better looking, and that includes the strange street mimes who dress like trees and robots). After the required 10 p.m. Espresso Hour, Cameron and I went to one of the town squares and got drinks, and I am pretty sure that, along with the bothersome tourists and homeless jugglers, there was a school field trip or three that showed up after midnight. And they all stopped to drink beer with us. So that was cool. Then I went back to the hotel and singlehandedly deciphered the secrets of the Metro system while listening to the sage advice of 90210 in Translation.

Today we pretty much had our minds blown by the Sagrada Familia (the church designed by Gaudi) and Park Guell (Gaudi's hilltop park-city). Both places are a testament to the fact that sometimes individuals come up with things completely beyond comprehension or imagination. Beautiful, creepy, monumental, magical... I've had nine hours to think about what I saw, and I still haven't come up with much. I spent a lot of time walking around looking up and running into poles and swallowing flies and being one of those people that I usually point and laugh at and give incorrect directions to.

This would be the point for photos, but unfortunately Cameron is asleep on the floor. There will also be photos of Cameron asleep on the floor once I figure out how to hook his camera up to the computer.

Tomorrow: bike tour! Mike and I are going to dress up like Lance Armstrong and Floyd whatever his name was and wear bright yellow spandex. It will be glorious.