Busted in Barcelona

Tuesday 6:37PM. Barcelona, Spain.

I gotta say, I didn't picture myself spending my last day in Barcelona with my leg propped up with some ice. But hey, when in Barcelona, one dances with such vigor that one dislocates ones knee and spends the next day recovering and drinking beer.

But I loooooove Barcelona. It reminds me of a more tropical New York. Good thing I got all the sight seeing done the day before. But this further proves to me how frickin' out of shape I've become. I'm a sad excuse of an amazon.

Although, I did dislocate it defending my own...... well the new set of Aussies I've befriended. We were out dancing at a club and she asked me to keep the boys away from her because she is spoken for. So, being the protective and prideful broad that I am, I began to kick in the direction of every guy that tried to get close. And we laughed and I was sick of the boys too and it kinda became a dance move. And then I dropped. Just had a little too much fun kicking boys. I wonder what that's about.

Anyways, I knew it was bad because the booze wasn't masking the pain. But it's all good. I'm going to Lisbon tomorrow, and my hostel has a pool. So it won't be as depressing.

What is depressing is the amount of landmarks that have been under construction throughout my travels. IT IS THE HEIGHT OF TOURIST SEASON, EUROPE. REEVALUATE YOUR PRIORITIES. How can I Instagram with cranes and scaffolding ruining everything. I mean, I already gotta deal with the tourists in the background. Throw me a bone. I'm definitely spending enough.

I know I complain a lot here. But it really is the trip of a life time.

Misery is just funnier.