John's writing sure is entertaining to read. For those of you who don't quite understand everything Johnny boy posted, I'll do my best to fill you in.
The last time we posted a long blog we had just arrived back from Nerja, and had met back up with Amy in Platja d'Aro. Our original plan was to hang with Amygirl for the weekend, then take off monday for Croatia, or possibly France. After doing a little research, we realized that in order to use the train to get there from Barcelona, it would take about four transfers and almost two full days of travel. We weren't too excited about that, and in addition, John was pretty wiped out from the traveling (i.e. walking, sightseeing, dancing every night, and getting almost zero sleep). I had to do a little digging into what John wanted to do for the following week(getting information out of John can be like trying to squeeze water out of a rock). Sample dialouge:
"Hey John, what do you want to do this week?"
"Uhhh, what?"
"Hey John, what do you feel like doing this week? Do you want to travel somewhere?"
"Uhhh, I don't know."
"Talk to me brother. What do you want to do?"
"Uhhh, what?"
Eventually we decided that we want to take it easy in Platja d'Aro. We played a lot of volleyball with people from all over Europe, took a windsurfing lesson, layed out at the beach, and ate a lot of food. John also perfected the afternoon nap. (He is taking his second afternoon nap of the day as I am writing this) I of course spent a lot of time with Amy.
After the week on the beach, Amy said goodbye to her family, and the three of us headed off to San Sebatian. John mentioned that we picked up a third traveler, but we decided that the name Los Dos Bros should stick. Amy didn't mind. Right from day one, Amy did not bring us good luck. It certainly was not all her fault, but her family took a long time to say goodbye, and we ended up leaving a couple hours after we wanted to. When we arrived at the train station in Barcelona with all of luggage (I was drenched in sweat at this point because I was carrying two big suitcases and a backpack), we discovered that the workers for the train we had meant to catch were on strike. The lady explained to us that there was indeed a train leaving for San Sebastian in an hour, and there was plenty of seats available, but there was no way for us to purchase our tickets. We would need to catch a train to the other train station on the other end of Barcelona, buy our ticket there, and then catch the same train back to the original train station to catch the train. This was obviously impossible to do in only an hour, and that was the last train to San Sebastian for the day. We decided we would head back to the bus station (with all of Amy's bags) and try to catch an eight hour bus to San Sebastian instead. We missed the last bus there too and were suddenly out of options. We called the hostel in San Sebatian to let them now we would not be staying there Sunday night, and began to look for a hostel in Barcelona to spend the night. This is where it gets fun. We caught another metro back to the city center where we began looking for internet to reserve a hostel for the night. When we finally found a bar with WiFi, we discoverd that it was nearly impossible to find an available hostel.... (to be continued)
Nightmare........
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