So I’ll first start off with something that I am pretty proud of because it was not personally my fault. Before coming to Barcelona everyone predicted that I would be the first one to start fights and most likely get arrested. Well ladies and gentleman after Wednesday night Pritkin successfully proved everyone wrong. We were in a place called BroadBar the other night just having a great time on the dance floor. Some random guy elbows Ryan rather hard in the back. Ryan, being the fearless and heroic American that he is, then turned around and blatantly elbows the guy back square in his arm. The guy turns to face Ryan like a gorilla in the jungle and puffs out his chest, trying to become as big as possible. Ryan does the same and they get into a bit of a yelling match; Ryan speaking English and the guy speaking Spanish. Ryan then takes his hand, puts it on the guys shoulder and with is other hand makes a fist and puts it right up to the guys jaw and gives him a push. The man quickly retreats; Ryan had successfully driven him away and regained his territory and position as Alfa male. We thought that we wouldn’t have any more problems from that guy until about 5 minutes later when two bouncers come up to Ryan and tell him that he’s got to go; we assume the guy took advantage of his being Spanish and ratted us out, bitch. Ryan with one security guard holding his arm and the other behind pushing him out begins to chug his drank on our way out the door. As we leave our floor mate Brennin begins to scream at them using every slur he could possibly pull out of his drunken ass. We made our way through into the night to another club, singing and clowning the whole way; great night.
Gypsy’s are apparently a major problem in Barcelona and I have now learned this first hand. We went to this cool looking building yesterday that we had heard was an art museum. In order to get to this castle looking structure however, we had to climb many, many flights of stairs. Along the way we were greeted by six seemingly upper teenage girls with clipboards in their hands. They said that the museum was free but asked for a donation. Because of how persistent they were, I agreed to give them a few Euro, being that I have always been a big supporter of the arts. However, afterwards this guy began to laugh at me. I asked him what was so funny and he said “Stupid Americans, you’re the reason why Gypsy’s are able to continue doing what they’re doing, so ignorant”. “Excuse me?” I said “come again?” “They don’t work for the museum you moron, they’re Gypsy’s, they just stole your money.” I was infuriated. I immediately marched back there, Cohen, Miller and Pritkin at my side, and demanded my money back using many words and racist slurs that I don’t care to add in at this point. They assured me that I was mistaken until finally one of them said to me “yea we did take your money, and its mine now”. I, lost, my, shit. After a few seconds of continued screaming my friends told me that it would probably be better to just let it go before any alpha male Gypsy’s came out of the woodwork and tried to defend their helpless womenfolk. I guess I just fell for the oldest trick in Barcelona. Fuck!
Besides the Gypsy’s, prostitutes are also a major part of Barcelona. One of them even grabbed Miller’s arm the other night and assured him that she would take great care of him. He thought about it for a second but we convinced him that he’d get lucky sooner or later and it wasn’t worth the money. Just kidding, he walked away immediately… or did he? Anyway, that’s beside the point. The city is beautiful and the people seem to be getting better and hating us less, except for the group of about 20 men sitting next to us at dinner last night. While trying to simply enjoy pitchers of sangria and some Payeya with a few girls we’ve met here these men, who were not being quiet themselves, began to get very annoyed with our excessive volume; especially as one of the girls we were with began to get more and more drunk. They turned and stared at us, whispered things to each other under their breathe and stared Cohen down for simply speaking at his normal , yet excessively loud, volume. I blew one of them a kiss and we waved to the others a bit. Needless to say they didn’t appreciate that too much, but I don’t appreciate them being winey little bitches. It’s not like we were in a library, and they should just understand that I don’t care what they think.
Ok now for something serious…
Today was perhaps one of the most powerful days of my life and by normal standards I did nothing of any great substance, I simply stopped and looked around. I took the subway to a random stop, got out and simply walked around for 3 hours. I stopped at a few paces, grabbed some tapas and some drinks and just enjoyed the place that I now live. I didn’t look at any maps besides the ones at the subways, I simply walked around, eventually finding my way home after a solid 3 hour stroll. Today I did not get married. I did not meet anyone that I’m going to know for the rest of my life. I did not really go anywhere entirely outstanding nor did I do anything that would be particularly interesting for others to hear about; besides for the fact that I encourage everyone in the near future to do the exact same thing, wherever it is that you might be. Since being in Barca my teachers have kept telling me to explore the city and today I did just that. I’m not trying to get too preachy and frankly I’m a little surprised you decided to read this much so I’ll just say one more thing without trying to sound too gay. Go out and look around! I’m sure you’ll see things that you didn’t know were there. Maybe see places you want to go, things you want to do and perhaps even something that might change your life or outlook on life; I know today did that for me. SO DO IT, or don’t. But if you don’t I can almost assure you that there will be one day down the road when you’ll wish you had simply gotten lost somewhere and appreciated life without a care in the world .
Thanks for listening…
-Rapchik-
Go fuck yourself Barelona
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