The amazing race

If I were a contestant on the Amazing Race, I would have won today. I'm fairly certain I was made to travel. My flight from Kansas City was an hour delayed so I just had a beer and socialized with some fellow passengers. Because my flight from KC to Chicago was delayed, I literally had to run with my 50lb. backpack across the airport. Granted this is not my first time running  to catch a flight in Chicago, but it still got my adrenaline pumping so much that it was difficult to sleep on the way to London. There, my flight to Barcelona was delayed, which was fine by me because I am absolutely in love with the UK.

Finally I arrived in Spain. I was expecting most Spaniards to speak English, but I was wrong. Despite the language barrier I was able to exchange my currency and catch a bus to a stop near my hostel.

None of the streets are labeled here in Barcelona, and if they are it must be in tiny print distant from the street corners. I walked around  aimlessly for nearly 30 minutes and was finally able to communicate with a shop keeper in my broken Spanish. She helped me find my hostel (which wasn't exactly on the street... it was above some shops which made it difficult to see).

It looks like there are no SIM cards that will work for my phone so my only mode of communication will be internet. I figure if I found my first hostel without a phone ill be able to do the same elsewhere.

This evening I just walked along the main strip. I found a quaint seafood restaurant and ordered something to go. I'm not intentionally being vague... I literally didn't know what I was ordering. I brought the food and a bottle of wine back to my hostel where I am now eating, relaxing, writing this blog, and will soon be planning my itinerary for tomorrow-when I'm sure I'll update again.

Until tomorrow,
Kristin