Made it.

After two trains to Barcelona, three trains a bus and a ferry to Morrocco, I am finally here. I have made it to the land of heat ( there might be a better description later, but with sweat dripping down my face, thats all I got/)

My stay in Barcelona was pretty packed with fun stuff to do, so packed in fact that it replaced sleep.

I met some people on the train there, and ended up following them to their hostel. We went out together the first time, and stayed up until the unimpressive elderly time of three... well- I thought it was ok, but apparently thats not how they do it here!
So the next night we tried , and succeeded by starting the night with some supper at eleveinish, and stumbming out of the club at closing time. Closing time being at seven, middle of rush hour for the normal people with a normal sleep schedule.

Arriving in the fresh morning air, not looking or feeling so fresh wasnt the worst part, or even remotly the end of my night.

I have learned my first major lesson of the trip.

Know where you are staying.

I could add to that.. have a key.. know the name of the street it is on..

Ramone, my roomate, had the key ( and the all importnant hostel name] and we got sperated half way through the night. With so many people, and the mental awareneess of a coconut, finding eachoterh was rather impossible.
La Rambla, the only street name I could think of, turns out to be THE shopping boulevard, a good two KM of similar stores,with no dobvious reference points.
Apprently luck was kinda with me, and i followed the sounds of construction right to my hostel. The same jackhammer sounds managed to keep me awake.. but no complaining§

After one night like that we kept it pretty chill, as chill as you get with dancing drum bands playing out side your window..naked bikeriders going by, or Giant blow up royalties floating through( we tried to figure out the reason behind it, to no avail). Prety much the hostel was right dab in the middle of everything, and we never had to go far to find something entertaining.

Two of the days I spent with Julia, who luckily was passing through the same time as me. The first night we spent ages on the metro, and made it to the magic foutain. Lameo name, but totally worth it. It is a foutain with incrdeble jets spraying water to the sound of music, with different lights being filtered in. The second day we went to a " village" made to represent all the areas of spain, for the eighty two expo ( guessing.. maybe Jullia can be more clear!) It eneded up being halarious, full of lots of silly pictures and a good array of resonably priced souvenirs. I ended up getting a large bottle of delicccous sangria for my mommy, which Julia was goign to cart back home for me..

But we drank it... Its the thought that counts! ( we replaced it with a smaller version, much better for Jluias poor back ..)

I am currently in Tangier, only due to the help of two qdorqble qrqbic women, who fed me their lunch and inisisted I come with them. There was four passport checks, and lots of queus involved to get here, but I did make it!
Walking around loking for my Hostel, I have quickly picked up on what they mean by guys trying to get your attention..
Its a good thing I dont understand Arabic , becquse I am pretty sure they werent calling out telling me how beautiful the day is. Regardless, I am pretty good at ignoring people, and found my hostel without too much trouble.
A little too much new for me today, I am going to have Dominos for supper, maybe try something new tomorrow.
I will try to post pictures too tomorrow, and maybe try harder to not suck so much on the arabic keyboard!