So after taking a tylenol pm we ended up spending then night in a Pastaria (not to be confused with a Pasteleria) and then having to move at 6 am to the most uncomfortable benches known to man and sleeping (or attempting to) until about noon. When we finally got up the countdown really began. When 6:55 finally rolled around we got on the plane (late as usual) and were on our way home.
When I got home however, Dioni was all concernicus because apparently some man had called her neighbor and told her that I wasn't coming home but that neither Dioni or her neighbor knew who the man was and what had happened. SO apparently this wierdo guy never even told the neighbor who he was and why in the world he knew we were stuck in Barcelona. good going pal.
Picture of the day 1: our makeshift habitat in the Pastaria
When I got home however, Dioni was all concernicus because apparently some man had called her neighbor and told her that I wasn't coming home but that neither Dioni or her neighbor knew who the man was and what had happened. SO apparently this wierdo guy never even told the neighbor who he was and why in the world he knew we were stuck in Barcelona. good going pal.
Picture of the day 1: our makeshift habitat in the Pastaria
Picture of the day 2: Peace out Barcelona!
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