Where are we going for the Pre-Fade?

Barcelona is by far one of the coolest cities I’ve ever been to. Here are a few stories from our travels thus far, not the best but it’s still week one.

First off the thing that has been bothering me the most about Barcelona is the metro. Although it is by far more reliable, cleaner and nicer in almost every way if fails miserably to New York’ subway system in the logic behind the purchasing process of tickets. Some tickets you can get at the credit card machines just like NY. However, others must be applied for and it takes 7-10 business days for you to get them. Do to the fact that those tickets are the ones we need, needless to say I am extremely pissed off. After buying a ten ride ticket at the machine I tried to use it at the turnstile, it didn’t work. I tried again and it didn’t work. I figured the turnstile was broken so I went to a different one, yet again it did not work. Miller than informed me that I was swiping the tickets on the right side, rather than the left side. Why the fuck would you swipe your ticket on the left side. I wasted my first three rides on the wrong turnstile, and my day was ruined… I’m just learning as I go I guess.

Also I went into the fridge today to get some water to find that our milk bottle had not been properly closed. Evidently when you don’t tighten the cap all of the way and then set the bottle into the fridge on its side the liquid is able to escape and fill the bottom of our fridge with half skimmed milk, who would have thunk it. I then realized that Pritkin was the last one to use the milk for a bowl of cereal. Upon informing him of this he yet again came to the conclusion that Milk is not meant to be in a bottle but rather in a carton, like it is in the US. Therefore, had we been in the US this catastrophe would never have happened and we wouldn’t have had to waste all of our terribly inefficient paper towels on the milk that was slowly rotting at the bottom of our fridge. It looks like another trip to the grocery store is in order.

So either there’s no policy in Barcelona for picking up your dogs shit off of the street or there are a bunch of loose dogs running around shitting uncontrollably all over the city street because there is dog shit legitimately everywhere, its like playing landmines. This only further annoys me by the fact that it has been raining for last few days and therefore has left the streets wet and filled with shit. Due to the fat that it has been raining we cannot do our laundry because our close need to be hung up outside to dry, this country needs to invest in some dryers immediately or it needs to stop raining; personally idk which one id proffer.

If you read Pritkin’s blog than I apologies for mentioning this again but it honestly freaked me out more than anything in my entire life and has to be noted. This blind women rapped up in a shall with a cane in one hand and a money cup in the other came slowly walking down the middle of the train singing a song in Catalan that was easily the creepiest melody ive ever heard. This was only intensified by the fact that she was in fact blind and slowly coming towards us as if she where the Blair Witch trying to kiss us. Out of all the ridiculous shit I’ve seen living in NYC for my entire life this was easily the most fucked up thing ive ever seen, it scared me beyond words; I don’t know why. I took a nap once I got home and already had a nightmare about it.

Also the other day we needed to take money out of the ATM late at night. The room we walked in had three homeless people sleeping on the floor and an old man already taking money out. When we walked in it smelt like death. Then one of the homeless people farted for a good 5 seconds. The old man turned around with a look of disgust on his face and stared us down for about 10 seconds; he clearly thought it was us who farted. Although more often than not a fart of that magnitude would be attributed to Cohen, in this instance it was not and we were falsely accused of a fart which did not belong to us.

Anyways just a few more stories from the daily goings on of our life in Barcelona. We’ll try to do some more ridiculous stuff to make for better stories but for now this is Rapchik, Cohen, Pritkin and definitely not Miller signing off.

Oh yea, also Miller just started reading The Game by Nile Strauss… needless to say it hasn’t helped yet.