| First thing to know about Barcelona: They are so obsessed with their football (soccer) team that they even have their own brand of chips. |
And it was actually pretty great! We watched movies, he tried to flirt with the very gay flight attendant to get free booze (and sadly failed), and exchanged stories about our respective homelands. Once we got to Barcelona, he helped me with all my stuff all the way until city center. (Yay for batting my eyelashes and not having to carry heavy things. Except RAWR! girl power all the way I totally could have done it myself. But in the great words of Phoebe Buffay, "Oh, I wish I could, but I don't want to.")
Once I got to S & L's place, I got to eat the yummiest Spanish lunch ever -- homemade paella. Yes, I asked for the most typical Spanish dish ever. Sue me. That shit is good and you know it. Shortly after, JMS, who I hadn't seen in 2 years finally came! I kind of jumped on him like a spider monkey and didn't let go for a while.
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| I didn't take a picture of L's paella but this one is equally as good! (courtesy of Flickr user jlastras) |
It was really after lunch that the craziness started. Read more after the jump!
