A High School Kid Once More.

I'm back in Helsingborg, I've been relaxing with exercise and steam showers.

The last two days in Barcelona (Christmas Eve and Christmas Day) were the best.
We had an Antoni Gaudi day on Christmas Eve. We went to Palau Güell, Sagrada Familia and Parc Güell.

Rain stopped midday on the 24th as we went to the Güell park, the sun shone through, the sky went blue. I took photos of the many joggers (predominantly muscley men in mini shorts) and befriended the creepy dragon sculpture (the uglier one that was drooling seaweed and no one was taking pictures with).

Then we walked downtown along Gràcia to avoid the subway (my mom was pick pocketed earlier this day) and went to see 'the Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus' at the only original language cinema in Barcelona!

I don't speak Spanish and I can't stand it when old men wave their finger at me thinking I'm stupid. Assholes - I'm intelligent!

Also Spanish guys stare. They seem pervy. Doubt I'll ever get jiggy with a Spaniard.

Anyhow, had the best lambchop of my life Christmas Eve (Swedish Christmas) and I got lovely little touristy gifts including the famous rather handsome Güell dragon in the form of a fridge magnet.

The next day we packed our bags and strolled in the 17 degree celsius sun!

Apart from the bitchy fat waitress with dark dark roots, the day was perfect!

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Now I'm going to enjoy some of mom's onion soup, then dash into town for coffee with a friend.

hola guapa!

Barcelona, a noisy, screamy place.

The weather here has not been fun - rainy and cold.

The first day I bought a juice in a market, a horrible fruit and food market. I asked for mango and recieved something that tasted like watery pineapple.
"This is not mango." The salesperson that said "hey sexy" (hola guapo) to all the bypassers replied with
"Yes it is."
"Okay... where can I throw this away?!"

The second day (yesterday) we went to the Picasso museum and saw old as well as new, previously unshown works in the 'Secret Images' exhibition, where squids have sex with women. Egh! Men are perverts, artists are perverts - Picasso was a true pervert.

However, today (day 3) I saw something even more disgusting - baby squid for tapas. I put my pint of beer infront of the little squid on my mom´s plate, with it´s creepy head and everything! I barely touched my bowl of gazpacho.

The only thing I´ve really enjoyed was the Contemporary Art Museum. I crammed a poster bigger than your dining table into the depths of my bag.
It'll cover my dorm room prison brick walls oh so well.