España - Jueves, Dia 7

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So we wake up to find that Xtina is in fact gone. When did she leave? Did she make her flight? Is she dead in a ditch somewhere? Nobody knows. We assume the worst and move on.

We decide that the best way to end our trip in Barcelona is, you guessed it, a tetas walk at la playa. Seriously, its right there. Why not take advantage. You need to pay good money to see this many tetas in the EEUU. Midget, TheVaughan, and I quickly find a very nice pair and completely creep on her. We have no shame and we are proud of it. A few hours and about 100 tetas later, its time for TheVaughan and I to leave for our next journey in Madrid. The Midget is left alone for the night in Barcelona. Good thing he speaks very little spanish and his english isn´t much better. No idea what will become of him. Again we assume the worst and figure him for dead later that night.

Have you ever travelled first class by train in Spain? That sucks for you. We have that kind of money. Maybe you should try not being poor, its fun. Basically, we are treated as royalty and served cod for our cena. The trip goes very smoothly and we find our hostel sin problema. Despite the lack of sleep we´ve had all trip (5 drunk hours per night on average), we just can´t stay in. TheVaughan and I make our way to O´Connell St Irish Pub, per Teo´s advice. We simply cannot process the amount of hot chicas that are in this bar and throughout the Puerta del Sol. We already know Madrid is going to be a good time...