In a vain attempt to get a phone for use in europe, I tentatively left the van and must of walked the length and breath of Barcelona. This was just a well because I passed the food market and went a little nuts. Tasty morsels for weeks. Did a little shopping, mainly sheets and pillows to further pimp the sand shoe.
On returning back to the beach I discovered that a group of fellow travellers had found my secret parking site.
Got to work on dinner, had a drink with my new neighbours
Tip 02. French hippies have very little banter.
Song of the day. Elegantly wasted, INSX. ( the bar across the park must of played it 25 times in the night.)
Just showed Gary the blog for the first time, "Cool" when he saw Sandshoe and envy set in when he saw the market piggies. What are you cooking on?
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