Mozyin' Through Europe

Woke up, Ryan made amazing eggs, went to the bus station and finally got on our way to Barcelona.

Basically, as soon as we got off the bus (or ten minutes later) we became heroes, such that the local people plan on having a city-wide holiday in our honor. We saved a runaway baby! Or, the stroller was actually what ran away, or what slowly rolled down the side walk, as the mother of the sleeping child followed 30ish feet behind it, quite nonchalantly. But we stopped the cart and the mother thanked us, and we were off to find our hostel.

After settling in, we went to find somewhere to change our already dwindling funds and find a Spanish Chinese restaurant. It was quite delicious, and the only strange things were the lack of chopsticks, the addition of seaweed to wonton soup, and the huge eggroll we consumed (the pan fried noodles were just delicious). We ended the night in a hostel bar, trying, mostly in vain, to roll our own clove cigarettes, and overhearing and making snide remarks about the other costumers. Ryan tried his first shot of tequila and lime, and we both had our first some-sort-of-citrusy-drink-with-gin-which-has-the-name-of-some-guy*. The night ended with the finding of a large cat statue that we rode, and it was glorious.

* I took my shot waaaay better, and it was a Tom Collins lol.