I'm tapping this out on a borrowed laptop, sitting in a small apartment in the sticky heat of Barcelona. I've been travelling with my brother and my cousin (which is kind of like being on the road with a couple of robots built for drinking) and today is the last of our five days here. My cousin - who lived here for several years, and is acting as our tour guide - seems to eat once every three days, meaning that we eat rarely as well, so I've been hungry and drunk for most of this trip. We flew here from Birmingham, England, where I went through five days of Sikh wedding festivities for another cousin's wedding, during which I was well fed and drunk. That's ten days of drinking too much, not sleeping enough, jumping through time zones and language locales. Add that all together and you have an equation that explains my current confused, tired, and semi-hallucinatory state.
Barcelona has been fun, though, and the city is beautiful. Yesterday, I said that I'd have a hard time living here, because the city is too intense, and my brother was surprised, saying that he found the place laid back. Thinking about what I'd said later, I realized my impressions came from the fact that something is always grabbing my attention, from a building's architecture, to an oddly placed alley, to a gorgeous girl on a scooter. Bacelona isn't bustling like London, or full of sculptures like Florence, but still there's something to look at everywhere.
I've got stories and photos to share once I get my head together. Right now I need to rest before we head out again.