In bad company
Gerona, ESP
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
The flat below ours is that of the traveling vagabond. It’s a hostel. So you get all sorts of dudes drifting in from the streets. Of late, is some fellow who plays the guitar ‘n sings all hours of the night. You’d think that the owner of the hostel would be a bit disturbed, but I guess not… I was gonna yell at him, but Ian and Dan got to it before I could. I guess he got the drift, but normally you can say anything you want to people and they don’t have the slightest clue what you’re saying. It’s quite amusing until you need to ask someone something, then you’re just screwed. Yesterday something hilarious happened regarding one Pension Perez, but you’re gonna have to hear it via the grapevine, cause it’s a bit too over the top to appear here.
This morning we woke up a bit early so that we could get out on a ride before taking the bikes down to the “sprinter” for their journey over to the God awful place called Belgium. Steve ‘n I went out over Els Angels and then I went out towards Saint Gregori for a total of two and a half easy hours. It’s quite nice in the morning, but they spray the cobbles so they’re a bit slippery.
My return has officially been delayed for the fourth time. At the moment I’m not aware of the date, but I presume that it’s not more than 4 days. So October 6th or so from October 2nd. I’m consulting with a Spanish nose specialist to get the nasal passages enlarged after Franco Belge.
By the way, it doesn’t sound cool to use profanity in your comments. It’s really rather juvenile.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
The flat below ours is that of the traveling vagabond. It’s a hostel. So you get all sorts of dudes drifting in from the streets. Of late, is some fellow who plays the guitar ‘n sings all hours of the night. You’d think that the owner of the hostel would be a bit disturbed, but I guess not… I was gonna yell at him, but Ian and Dan got to it before I could. I guess he got the drift, but normally you can say anything you want to people and they don’t have the slightest clue what you’re saying. It’s quite amusing until you need to ask someone something, then you’re just screwed. Yesterday something hilarious happened regarding one Pension Perez, but you’re gonna have to hear it via the grapevine, cause it’s a bit too over the top to appear here.
This morning we woke up a bit early so that we could get out on a ride before taking the bikes down to the “sprinter” for their journey over to the God awful place called Belgium. Steve ‘n I went out over Els Angels and then I went out towards Saint Gregori for a total of two and a half easy hours. It’s quite nice in the morning, but they spray the cobbles so they’re a bit slippery.
My return has officially been delayed for the fourth time. At the moment I’m not aware of the date, but I presume that it’s not more than 4 days. So October 6th or so from October 2nd. I’m consulting with a Spanish nose specialist to get the nasal passages enlarged after Franco Belge.
By the way, it doesn’t sound cool to use profanity in your comments. It’s really rather juvenile.
posted by Tom Peterson @ 5:21 AM
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