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Album:2008:07-26 Barcelona
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This is a the last row (25)
of my flight to Barcelona, showing seats 25B and 25C (and a lack of 25A)
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This is my ticket, seat 25A.
Oops!
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Dancing on the beach
at Barcelona
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Catalonian friend Laura
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I rent a scooter,
but the company is out of scooters so they give me a Vespa. Sweet!
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I cruise up to the hills
and overlook the industrial section of Barcelona.
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And visit Castle Montjuic.
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Which is totally sweet
(and my next home)
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Down a buttress
I wasn't supposed to climb on.
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And firing a gun..
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And hiding some more
in one of the micro-towers.
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The view of the city.
The Sagrada is visible in the background.
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Convertible buses!
Awesome!
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I meet up with Laura one evening.
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She is, coincidentally,
wearing a Vespa jacket that evening, not knowing that I had one (and having never been on one)
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My awesome host Marta
is a tour guide, and here she buys a ticket so I can skip past the entire line to see Casa Mila
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The rooftop is very Seussian
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Hiding, again, in a small crevice.
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Overlooking the neighbors' courtyard.
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The secret no-ticket entrance.
You can go inside and then sneak through this door in the middle back, and then walk up the stairs to the attic. Sneaky.
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The beautiful old town.
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A skate park. In the middle of the beach.
With no fences. Made of steel and concrete. Because Europeans are hardcore awesome, and not the lawsuit-happy wussies that Americans are!
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This beautiful street sculpture...
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...needed to be climbed.
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On my way home
I flew through Stockholm and spent one night in this awful hotel. They sign on the hotel said "Ho"
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Flying with Mr. P
back home, her first flight without drugs!
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