Back-track, then front-track

My girlfriend got upset that I didn´t mention her trip in my blog. Since she´s probably the only one that checks it on a regular basis, I should mention it: Becky came over. We went to London and saw a bunch of museums that had all their key exhibits closed. We saw a Kylie Minogue exhibit, and it was very gay. Then we spent a day or two in Oxford again, and she left.

ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY NOW?!?!?!

Seriously, though, it was nice having her. Thank you very much, Becky, for spending the extraordinary amount of money to come see me in England. It was very much appreciated. So was the sex. That was also appreciated.

Anyway, back to now. Barcelona: it is a huge city. David, Morgan, and David´s sister Rachel all took a tour of the place together. We were only staying a total of four nights and three days, so the prospect of doing everything there was to do was virtually impossible. Unfortunately, since it´s such a huge city we were also kind of overwhelmed as to what would be a cool thing to do. We were trying to see a little too much in a small period of time, I think. So we ended up kind of exhausted after the first few days. Then it started to rain. Since Barcelona is a big coastal town, and therefore most of the fun activities require sun, our options were severely limited. We went to a number of museums, saw an orchestra play at a really ornate but very cool music hall, saw a few Antoni Gaudi buildings. (If you don´t know who that is, Google image search him. He is an insane architect. INSANE.) It was far from the "Oh my God, it was so amaaaaziiiiing" experience that everyone describes. Then again, I don´t really like the whole nightlife scene that everyone says is so great there. Maybe I should go again when it´s sunny. And when I´m more willing to hit up da cluuub. Which will be never.

Now to Valencia. It is really nice here. Our hostel in Barcelona was filled with obnoxious douches. The staff was cold and unfriendly. Here, there´s funky art on the walls, a nice common area, a kitchen, and even really good music in the lounge. The city itself is really nice, too. We took the whole place at a lot more relaxed pace then we did Barcelona, and that really helped. The town is really beautiful, in that old, crumbling Spanish kind of way. We´ve been just wandering into museums and cool looking buildings, having security guards speak something to us in Spanish, and then moseying on in, totally unaware of what we´re doing, which is actually a really great way of touring around. Everything is a surprise. Like a museum in a church. And an art gallery that houses seventeenth-century Spanish floats. And paella is delicious. It was invented here, for those of you who don´t know.

Anyway, I´m off to Madrid. Bye de bye.