It´s true, they speak spanish with a heavy lisp here.
I am currently writing from Barcelooooooooona, Spain. It is nearly 10 o´clock. AM. I am very tired.
Last night we went out for tapas. Best potatos EVER. Mom and Dad, I´ll be learning how to make potatos bravas when I´m staying here. And then I will come home and make them for you, and you will love me forever. So. Damn. Good.
Yesterday was a six hour marathon around the city, as my Canadianne buddy and I visited just about every free art galery and clothing store in sight. I only bought one thing, a (in spanish) description of various operas with beautiful portraits of the heroines.
Last night we went out to an Irish bar, and met some real Irish people.
One of them was a firefighter called ¨Gordie¨ and it came out in the course of the evening that he had been in a naked calendar under the name ¨Gorgeous Gordon.¨
Ha-Larious.
I also told them the story about my nose and the potato canon my (wonderful) brother failed to glue together properly. Instant badass status, and now they all want to come to Minnesota, land of the potato canons, because it is that cool.
We also learned that in Ireland, you can give vague directions to people´s houses on your letters and IT´LL STILL GET THERE. Example.
Grover the Dog
The White House on the corner with the (probably) blue doorknob
Galway, Ireland.
No postal code, just a letter to a reputedly famous dog. Why is this dog so famous?¿ Because he doesn´t like christmas. You tell him
¨Grover, christmas¨
¨Grrrrrrrr.¨
Today it rains, so we are most likely going to museums and cathedrals. Awesome pictures, here we come!
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