First Days In Barcelona
I spent the plane ride from Amsterdam with two Dutch men, one of whom spoke English. They were taking that KLM 737 to Barcelona for a little holiday.
Everything Else
I spent the plane ride from Amsterdam with two Dutch men, one of whom spoke English. They were taking that KLM 737 to Barcelona for a little holiday.
I’ve been waiting for it to hit me. Barcelona, the incredible city I’ve run off to to hide from all the boring parts of life that have been slowly becoming more and more necessary.
Something about a bunch of drunk tourists running havoc on a small Spanish town and marring a years-old tradition with their overuse of waterproof cameras just made me cringe…
I mean, I know for certain that it’s not your average ‘pay €15 for three pubs and a club’ pub-crawl. But I may have also slightly embellished the legendary status of the street
Hey Barcelona, Gossip Bitch here.
If there’s one thing I learned this past weekend it’s that a little bruising is good for the soul (and the stories). Here’s what the itinerary looked like
Ho Ho Hoes. Sound the trumpets, strumpets! It’s the holidays and most of our worn out stokies have left the campsites and scattered around the globe to be with friends and family, take a break from insanity and maybe for some, work a normal job during the slower seasons.
Take a moment to enjoy the last few days of sunshine. It’s true, all good things come to an end and summer is no exception. All you sun-hungry individuals looking to escape some cold and drama for a few warm evenings, Morocco may be your answer.
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This week, yet again there are two buses leaving this sin-city. A chance to run away for a couple of days and escape alcoholism and parties… who wouldn’t take the chance?!
Post Ibiza, post Munich, post campsite plague.. is it time for a detox yet?! Not quite. Some of us are having a hard time getting a decent night’s sleep, and it’s not because we aren’t trying!