HOLA!!!!

Pablo writing here...first in tnertet conenction. I had to drink 2 warm estralla damm's and 2 hsots of JD to qualifyas a quaklified blogger, so I am premedidcated, here it goes...

Day 1 the flight, jfk, we had to run for the fligtht as we were held up cause these irish chiscks decided to pay for their bill in change and wthe waitress had to count alll of it before she could servue us, So we run for our flight once the waitress has collected the change in a brown paopaer bag.

FIRST guinness at Dublin iaprort at 7am > An d a fine pint it was!! next we had a free for all for seats on ryan air. Mag=jor turbulkence landing in Barcelona, Juan feared for his life and was close to tears with every drop of turbulence. Then the hike throughout the tarmac to get o the bus to downtown Barclona. And of courese, deutche Bank didn't like Juan and my bank card so no cash for us.

Fri - Barcelona - HOOLA from Barcelona! we were on the phone with this knucklehead from chase trying to get our bank bards stragened out and got nowhere. So we went out for our fist night in Spain. Frist stop Tpas and Franta based Sangraia. Next here comes the rain. W o says it doesn't rain in Spain! We duck into a friendly bar and did muchos shots and dranks many cervesas and diabetic Caiprinhas loaded with sugar. Rain stops and we socialize with nefarious characters under a bridge. specificially, shaneynay and waylon.

We went to a lame club that was probabley worse than the cheesiest Jersey club, but of course we had fun. According to Juan, Paublo put on the scarest dance moves in which chiks were fleeing fro their lives/. However Pablo enjoyed himself. Needless to Say no one got lucky there. On the way ouit from the club, 2 lovely Eqcuadorian American coupless stop us to take their pics. So Shanayney takes their pics saying "At the count of Three, Uno Cinco Tres" and takes the pics. They thought that was quigte amusign as we all did.

Sat Day 2 - Breakfast at the famous market where Shaneyey bought cod, octopus, razo clams, fruit salad, and 2 kilos of figs for 50 euros. Barxclona Sagrad Familia, Sahneyney and Pedro took thge longest tour through the Sagrada Familia bjut it was well worth it cause Shaneynay took pics of beavers in the church ceiling. Gaudi must be rolling in his grav! Found abar acrossed from Sagrada Famkilia where Pablo found the bested and coldest amstel he has ever tasted including frozen beer chips./ Back to hotel for a game of poker, ahh, but not chips but wait, we have figs from shaneynays's shopping spree at the market. Pedro is the big loser and Ricardo wins the most figs. Oh my bad, I'm drunk, poker was on Sunday. Ok the real events of Sat night were as follows. Went to Port Olimpic. Made reservations with hotel in which were were promised treats at the restaurant. Treats turned out to be urine colors "grappa" and Peach Schnappes in which Pedro proceeded drink most of it. Went to the various clubs of Waylon dances with a notso attractive volumptous German. Pedro gets accorsted int he bathroom. His drawers were pulled down by some possibly gay dude. An hour later Pedro realize, hmmm?, where is my camera. Sseems that the "gay" dude lifted his camera. So the boys go back to find the perpetrator and of course Ricardo was ready to start brarwling. There were not successful retrieving the camera. We then utilitzed a prior purchase on the beach and took a vcab home. During the cab ride, The driver convinced, Waylong, Ricardo, Juan, and Pablo that he know of strip club four block from the hotel. The dude drives us around and takes us to a closed establishment and takes us home at an incfereacesed pricfe which Ricardo paid/

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