LA RAMBLA RAMBLE
Why? It's just a really long, very busy mall with muy touristy market stalls, the irritatingly shrill whistle of men selling fake bird call thingies.
As I walk along, my head rings with paranoid thoughts about bag snatching - everything you read E-V-E-R-Y T-H-I-N-G harps on about bag snatching and pickpocketing in Barcelona - esp in tourist zones (eg La Rambla)...
" blah blah blah (in Espanol) when not understood...
you beautiful lady, sexy woman - you talk to me I am Simon (oh crap!). We be friends come do coffee (much resistance and suspicion - rightly I still believe) ...."
The conversation skeetered on - me repelling thinking "oh fuck now I'm the target of one of the tourist con-jobs up there with purse snatching" - eventually when I made it very clear he started trying to keep going but incorporating his girlfriend - we just be friends - he offers to walk me to the Metro (like fuck!) ... then he says he has to go to meet his girlfriend after uni...
Okay - suuure, it's the European hols AND it's a SUNDAY night at 8:30pm. SImon says ca-ca, Lisa says good riddance
On the way out of La Rambla I bought 3 herb plants (mint, sage and basil) partly for cooking but mainly to put some "life into my room" ... for less then 4 Euros!
RANDOM THOUGHT -
When everyone around you is speaking foreign languages its amazing how sure you are that they're, for some reason, talking about you. What is more telling is how negative they are being - back to therapy for me, me thinks ;)
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Response to random thought: just like being on yard duty then.
they are far more physically affectionate than our "lads", touching and kissing
I just love that...the closest we get here is boys rolling around like lion cubs
very jealous Lisa.
Sitting here couch-ridden, coughing up green, and being indecisive about whether i'm cold or hot...
Keep them coming so i have something to read.
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