hmm, i could tell a number of embarassing stories but i will only tell one. But first i should finish up on that last post so u know what my point was. um and hopefully i wont get booted again (free internet, time limit)

so anyway they have weird Rs and Hs right? so im listening to marcelo (from brazil) all night cuz he talks a lot (but i like that) and were talking about the Hed HRot chili peppers, and t he HRard Hock cafe and i just found it hilarious he understood he makes fun of portuguese men for sounding stupid, they joke with him everytime he asks them things because he sounds funny the world sounds funny. Besides im american i sound stupid and lazy. So anyway that would have been better had i wrote it 2 days ago like i planned and on to the next

COOKING ADVENTURES WITH MIKE

so we had a kitchen. A stove, an oven hell we even had a fridge. Wonderful i though as i walked through the gocery store, I can make any of this. I already had my staple food, bread, and i saw some eggs. And i decided grench toast would be a good endeaver (spelling?) then i walked past the frozen food section, and figured fries for 85 cents is better then 2 bucks at a stand. so they went in the cart as well. And that was all i could afford having already spent my other 2 alotted dollars on transportation.

So I got back to the pension. Washed some dishes cuz im a crazy germ freak. Cracked some eggs into a cup and whisked with a fork. Attempted to light the stove, nothing heppened. Tried again with the gas a little higher, nothing, once again BAM nearly took of my hand. Anyway i cut some bread and poured what i thought was a veggie oil(it was yellowish, had veggies on the front) into a less than nonstick pan. poured some egg stuff onto the bread and bam right into the pan. a few minutes later there was smoke and a horrible smell and blackness everywhere and that was that. I ate the bread alone and put the eggs back into the fridge.

A little while later I decided the fries might work better. So more yellow stuff, lots of yellow stuff to get that pan soaked in "OIL" and then some frozen fries a mile high.

And then it hit me, the smell was not of veggie oil and frying chips bu some sort of OH MY GOD ITS VINAGER(spelling?)" and not just normal vinegar but that european wine vino shite that smells horrible, the kind u put on salad hence the veggies.

I thought about throwing it then but decided if the english can do it, i can, and continued to cook. Then about 10 mins later when i couldnt even stand in the kitchen cuz it smelled so bad i threw the contents in a plastic bag, did the dishes one more time and had a meal of fruit.

Hours later Walter a very cool nice south african guy asked if i had been cooking.
The next day he showed me where the real veggie oil and salt and stuff was.

Then i had some scrumptous food. Walter was constantly asking me if i wanted some food. He woke me up this morning and offered me corn flakes. He apparently told his girlfriend last night that he was worried about me. This is a guy i have known for 2 days. Hes really cool though i kind of wish i could stay in lisbon for a few more days and hang out with him, but i have a bus to catch. SADDD like steph L who i havena seen in a while.

hmm the other major story i could tell is a bit too um shameful so i wont go there. But lets just say my new clean jeans that i just put on yesterday and have to wear for the next three weeks till i get home, were only clean for about 3 hours.

hmm james (my brother) will be here (err madrid) in a few days.

I have been having hundreds of strange dreams lately. In one I got in a car accident while it was snowing and i was switching seats from the passenger to the driver seat, with my mom talking to me in the back seat.

in another i had sex with a prostitute who told me after we had finished, that i should follow her or something and then she walked into an HIV clinic where they were having group therapy and we all sat down and talked about what we should do now that we were hiv positive.

Those were the scary ones.

Today I went to 2 major art musuems in lisbon (cuz they were free) neither were that great, but my book said they took a couple hours each so i planned my day on that and they only took 2 hours combined, so now i got hours to kill and im hungry. that is all i think its like confessional in here

hmmm comments arent working so i dont know what u have said.

so u know how i like the red hot chili peppers?
yeah so they played here last night and it was only 22 bucks to go see em, but me im out of touch so i didnt know till half an hour before the damn show.

Also my brazillian friend leaves for france today, so im on my own again. Oh the stories, the things i have learned from him. Like for instnance did u know there is a sort of friendly rivalry between brazil and portugal, err at least the men. So they joke around, like we joke about the south. only less maliciously because they are nice and we are not. Also there is no h sound in portuguese(spelled correctly this time i think) so they kind o substitute their r sound which is like ops booted

and now some more shite i found in my notebook, then a post maybe if i dont run out of time...

This same self satisfaction
will later lead to corruption
confusion, possible delusion
if it hasnt already
If it were ever in much doubt I would have taken it to the stars and back for a time of clarity, but instead I got stuck half way up a ladder hanging tied to a rope leading out the window of a plane, for space shuttles havent been invented yet, too bad that gravity brings me down, too bad im afrid of heights.

as promised one bad poem, and not spell checked too which is wonderful no?

Inconsistancy

Your indecision makes you uncomfortable,
balancing glass plates on both hands
which is more valuable? Which would you save?
Your brain screams "find safety!!"
pillows like mountains in the distance.
Slowly walking causes stumbles, shaking hands, and you´re to blame.
Eyes wide open as the world falls down

and your heart cries for the victims, yet your glass pieces did the cutting...


"I have no answers, only observations" me after reading my own shit.

"I dreamed I met a gallalian a most amazing man, he had that look you very rarely find, the haunting hunted kind. "

for budget reasons i started a countdown of days, ops im booted

Tambien

So I´ve been drawing a lot lately, mostly these stupid little cartoons, about college and different things, stuff i can send out to everyone on the mass e mail list that my future college will probably include me on or something. Stupid jokes and such. but also i occasionally write and draw serious stuff and i intend to to good works with these.

I wrote a poem the other day. Im sure it not good, in fact i cant remember what its about, but i was supposed to type it the next chance i had and put it on here. But me i left it in my bag which is about 10 metro stops from here. So you will have to wait for said bad poem.

Lately i have been wondering if i care abot stuff anymore. early on in my trip i read a book called silent power, which is a stupiud somewhat taoist thing about gaining the upper hand in life but securing yourself in the world . Not like taoist good, like taoist bad. Anyway part of the book was basically, sit back and listen and u will understand more or something, and i have kind of inadvertantly done that to an extent. So when i get back, and someone says something racist i may not have the finger or a harsh criticism for them. Also I have been out of the loop so much with like politics and the news and everything that i have no idea what is going on and for some reason that hasnt bothered me. Things like the fact that i cant recycle all the time, still brings up a "what the fuck are u doing throwng plastic bottles away" thing but i move past it pretty quickly which is sad. I dunno i was expecting in college to become more of an activist but if this keeps up im gonna be a sloth. Partially why im pretty sure i will end up going to morris for the first year. Pals to inspire me to make a better world. HMM who out there has taken up smoking while in college? anyone? tsk tsk adios taff

for nova who forgets to read the comments, A NEW POST!!!!


So anyway the moroccan hills are really beautiful ( like perfect for setting up a commune) and its real hot there, and cheap and such, but i had to leave sometime so i did. Then i spent a whole day trying to get from one tiny little city to one big city, but like i said the spanish train system is whack. So I hung out with this crazy dirty spaniard all day. He had some pretty interesting theories. He had spent a month in morocco and mauritania (sp?) and senagal and i dont think he showered that whole time, so he had an interesting look to him. Also somewhat crazy-mysterious even. He was on his way home to see him moms in barcelona. I wish i could quote but i cannot i can only half quote. "the work you do with the day, like work with your hands, that is for to eat, the work by night, that is for when like you be artist. In this way you keep work with hands, for food yes? but also with your mind for the other... you understand?" I never told him i was an artist, he just used that for his example and it worked out very well.

So then i went to sevilla. Sevilla is cool, u cant help but run into a monument, cuz they on every corner. In fact they even have a monument de flamenco which i think is swell. Also its a beautiful city, the people are a bit warmer, the climate a bit warmer, the smells in the air are real real nice (oh god im turning into a food person) anyway, they have a large sudent population, and a large homeless population (cuz its not illegal to be a vagabond in spain) and i dont know but i enjoyed it. Now im in lisbon, chillin with a brazillian. he speaks portugese it saves me from a lot of trouble. I dont know what else to say.

Oh last night as i waited for my bus to lisbon, I sat and listened to this like marching band thing play this song over and over by the river side. I think they were preparing for some big spanish festival, but they played for like 3 hours the same song. And it was an incredible song sort of like the kind of anthem u would hear and the heroid death of the star in some movie. Llike mel gibson being put to death in braveheart. like 8 parts, and like hispanic festival style, like parades and shit. When i was thinking about this last night it cam out much more stylish and poetic now its just jumbles.

So i should be e mailing a number of u to tell i got your e mails like a week or 2 ago but i dont know if i will do them all. I think maybe u will have to either write me again and say whats up or just wait 3 weeks till im home. yes thats right only three weeks left.

hmm in other news we have a loco president who no one in the world likes. its a fact yo


Also i got a letter from my lil brother and he sounds all grown up and zach i think he really looks up to you so dont do anything foolish. Also though he may be becoming a movie nerd, something i was once, i have seen like 1 movie in 4 months now i cant wait to get back and chill for a night watching 6 movies or something, and pigging out on food. (its gotta be that pyramid or triangle of needs thing)

catch ya later obrigado por las cartas thats spanugese or somethingpeace and love Taff

En shallah this will work or something it means godwilling and i didnt spell that right im sure.

So im in morocco, how bout u? also the space button doesntwork very well and im too lazy to check,plus these are french keyboards

ok so, thanks for writing emailsin the past few days i probably wont be able to write back till like the 19th sorry. Anywho, im in morocco ive gotten ripped off twice. I bought myself a jilaba (spelling?) for my birthday, whic is like the traditional winter wear. Um i have seen lotsof shit, tonight some cats at my hostel who i hungout with today are going to eat camel meat, im pretty grossed out by that. Uh what else can tell ya. I really like the liverpool accent, think the beatles. Uh i got one more moroccan cityleft the infamous casablanca and then i go back to spain, probably sevilla even though i am ahead of schedule.

Nothin really to say i guess, 29 days i think. im 19 today... that seems old to me, even though several of my friends have been 19 for ages. i have funky hair. mint tea is really nice with a lot of sugar. Its cold here. The water from the showers this morning hung above us like smoke in a pub. it swirled and was so thick u could cut it in half and serve it like cake on a silver platter, got something to do with the altitude something to do with the temp. It was too cold for me to shower, cant get hypothermia with a month left.

I have pretty much given in to germs here cuz its impossible not to get them. the food is measured in handfulls, and the money (which can only be passed with the right hand) is filthy. A good portion of the people dont use tp and things like meat sit outin the sun all day.

The weird thing is that moroccois not really that poor. its like the playground of europe and lots of money goes into stuff, yet somehow the cost of living is still way low. Like internet costs a penny a min. bread costs 15 cents a loaf. Yesterday i got 2 big donuts and a bag full ofpopcorn for 30 cents.It wasgood too cuz i aint had good warm dessert food in a while.

Hmmm My popsgave me about 150 for x mas and my b day i think, and i think my entire morocco trip will be paid for by it. 3 cities lots oftransportation, tour guides, food. Also i bought a disposable camera but im shite at photography and its a shit cameraso nothing will turn out good, but thats ok.

I wish i could say more but it would be al outof context unless i sat here and typedfor an hour and i cannae do that. (cannae would be like scottish northern english, canna would be more southern english city talk, but its real subtle and would flow together with the next word so uwouldnt pick it up if u werent studying like i do)

hmmm thats it fuck saying more peace and love itsallgood taff

4 mins is enough time to post no?
ok im in granada, south spain, mountains, cold, trying to leave tomorrow, to go to the real real south, then across to morocco, skipping malaga cuz it seems like a hassle. uh getting exhausted with trip, holding on to whatever i can, ready to return. approx 5 weeks. 33 days. who wants cake? today i saw some street performers doing a clown like show and planned a whole one in my head but its really not good maybe in college i wil work out the bugs and be a performer again, did i ever tell u about the chinese guy in bologna? the "what is a boy george?" its a longer story but the punchline is "Oh cuz some people call u boy george , so you a supastar!" perfect set up if only he had known what he was saying it would have been a wonderful dis... Too bad i need a spell checker for everything sorry to everyone who i send e mails to. Adios. Peace and love 1 mins over damn

Fishing the ill equipped mexican way..

So my mexican pals (th ones i've been rooming with) realized today they should be spending less money so that they can eat for the next few days before they go home.
Then they went out to a chinese food lunch (because lunch is the biggest meal of the day)
Later they stumbled upon some rubbish, that in their creative genious looked like a fishing pole to them. So they brought it home for late night fishing.

So we went out to the harbor which is loaded with fish for some reason, its probably illegal to fish there but they were desperate. (not so much for food, but rather a good time with out spending money)

So 4 shoes strings tied to a milk crate type thing, a broken mop handle and some bread and they were a fishing, and laughing and it was hella funny. (you had to be there)

After a while it was the grab that other piece of trash that could be used as a net thing, then my safety pin. But those damn pescados were muy intelligente and we all gave up cuz it was cold. The story of the night. Its good to be with cats again, avignon was rough a week alone. I realized after i left that i had only had like 3 conversations the entire time i was there which was like 5-6 days, One with some aussies, one with the security guard at maccies (the australian way to say it) and one with a really old homeless french guy who didnt speak english but tried. Oh well it was a nice town. Did I tell you i saw some one who looked exactly like an older jon H (he likes rap, plays poker with us occasionaly, another ex of my only true ex) yeah that jon. it was totally weird i spent the rest of the day talking to him in my head. Oh well Peace and love Taff

and again...

hey trying to get my archives back, hopefully this will work.... and we try again

ElEl cafe es playing (toca-?) tatu the russian lesbo pop star group. Ah its raining today, and cold. hace fresco y lleva or something. I swore I was learning spanish again but maybe its only comprehension. This morning i woke up bright and early at the butt crack of 11:00 and throughout the course of a shower and a bit of journaling I realized my little brother will be turning 17 in like 2 months. Maybe i have talked about this before, in fact I'm sure i have but i can not get across enough that its really weird to have him grow up with out me there to protect. Its like even at 15 i was holding him back from running across the street and being hit by a car. I have always been there, or always thought i was. So it occurred to me he was growing up without me again, and then i thought about all the shit i was thinking at 17, and i went "oh fuck!!" and decided to write him an e mail instead of calling cuz it was like 5 am and he has school today I'm sure.

Anyway the main thing i was thinking about, and i swore i would wait till at least my birthday to tell anyone this, but I'm growing up, i think I'm ready to start dating and such. Yes this sounds stupid at 18 almost 19 but hey we all grow at different paces or something. So from 13-16 I thought i would have sex by 17, I didn't I'm glad i didn't, now I'm almost 19 a virgin and I'm thinking maybe i could date a girl and be serious about it. All my guy friends lost theirs young and some have told me they wished they had waited at least a bit longer. I guess its weird for me to be ready to do something like that, cuz i never felt that way before. Unsure unconfident and its possible its just a temporary thing and in the future i will be back to uncomfortable again, but for now, maybe I'm like old finally. Or at least an adult finally.

People tell me i look 21 now, I have not meet a single person who would have placed me at 18. Maybe its cuz i haven't shaved in 5 months, maybe the glasses. But maybe I'm just old and boring.... its not so bad really. I mean I'm me what u gonna do?

Anyway i sent steve a big long e mail telling him its ok to do stuff if he wants as long as he is safe about it drugs alcohol sex but also that if he doesn't want to he shouldn't. Simple as that no? I also told him we will be friends from now on or at least try to be i mean as well as brothers but i don't need to be his parent no more. He is his own person. which is weird cuz i still kind of take care of all my friends cept maybe pete. I feel the same way about pete as james(my older brother) i told illy this, pete i don't need to worry about cuz he is pete. Hes comfortable being himself, he makes good decisions. he tends to have his shit straight 10 times as much as i have or do rather or something. Pete's got dealt with more stuff than i have, i often tend to look at him for an example. Sorry to blab this all on the air. Just true, what i been thinking about while I'm away.

Hmm also i think maybe i want to come home but i will stick it out till after james. Not like I'm not having a good time. Not like I'm running away I'm just ready to return. So about 25 more days alone, seeing stuff, living it up taking in what i can. then some time with James which i have been looking forward to the whole trip not that i really have expectations i just know it will be a good experience. and then a couple days to see people i know here in London and then all of you again. OH TOOO MUCH BABBLING I have lost all my creativity I think. Maybe, I also realized its been ages since i have been on stage, which is always something i enjoyed despite being a really bad actor and singer and such, wonder where that went? What has happened to my life? Its all so very different then it was... once again not like a bad thing, just different strange to be different, always felt different and yet difference still throws me but i like it sometimes you know? If you don't like me when i get home, its OK i mean i will understand if u think i have changed and I'm not the old mike you know and possibly care about, but you should tell me maybe i can pull the old mike out of my pants like a clown at a childrens party making balloon animals or something, wow could that be misinterpreted hey i cant spell!!!!! shut up you, you're only making a bigger fool of yourself, they wont love you!/i> is that not ok? of course its not ok! but I'm just being me... never be you they hate you everyone hates you really? yes really!ç

hmm i need help

also an update from gavin (hoping he wont mind) and this is direct quote

" i went one step further and did a double pin ball , and electrocuted myself for entertainment . ( fucked up in the head ) " if you dont remember who gavin is check out

Ok maybe the archive just isnt showing me that section or maybe i was heavily censored u bastards!!! maybe i will have to check it out later, but basically i swear i was getting on more than what it looks like, dont u think they would tell me if i were getting fucked over? what did i do\say? it was all medical no?

oh well fuck this im out peace and love yall have fun getting back to school and such.

this time zone is sure to catch up to the next one if i keep putting in the hours at this internet cafe!!!!

its sad really i went out for a two hour walk but thats all i have done today other then sit here. True i did catch up on shit i've been meaning todo for weeks even months, but i am in barcelona, when the fireworks or cannon shots were fired did i sit and watch? no i walked to the internet cafe. Did I sit and watch the michael jackson impersonator do his show for the 50th time today? well yes a little, but not the whole thing.

My mexican roommates just showed up and said hi and surprised the hell out of me.

But anyway its true im in barcelona and im a dick, amd not doing anything. But i guess its also true i will be here again for about 4-5 days in a month, so im ok. Kristen read the comments in the last post, they are mostly for u i think. Um also i forgot what i had to say. Im gonna go be a good traveler smoke crack and such oh yeah today i miss incubus, 311 and sublime i think there may be another but thats all i can remember

A link to the alex connery i know and love will come later

for now all u get is this
i hope he doesnt mind me advertising
http://www.babyeatinfool.blogspot.com/

who ever searched cesky krumlov 2002 + gavin im sure i know u feel free to say hi if you come back

this is mike the weird kid if u didnt know, and uh it was good times no? maybe later i get a picture of gavin and his name tag up but not till i get home sadly

¨¨¨¨¨¨¿¿¿¿?¡ÇÇ**^ªººªººÑÑÑ just hecking out all the cool shit i can do and u probably cant sorry to rub it in...

As for you, you should take a shower, i took a shower today, mr monkey took a shower today, so you should too follow the crowd to the place of better reform or something. Last night we heard 2 gunshots on the block, people ran, the police came, the firemen came, they put up a ladder and knocked down a broken balcony off a building across the street. For some reason the balcony falling from the second story to the ground sounded exactly like 2 gun shots, dont ask me why. then we went out to a small club where alexandro (possibly spelled with a j not x) offered me drinks all night long as a joke sort of, its funny how people are not comfortable with the guy who doesnt drink. I dont want to make yall feel guilty or anything its ok to drink i just dont want to ¿ok? ooh that was so spanish of me. Ha i be off now sorry to be stupid on here, just updating (or rather starting) an online address book so i can stop keeping all these little notes, soon all of you will be on there, and then i can e mail u whenever i want instead of waiting for u to e mail me and then stealing your name to write back, or saving 6 month old letters to remember the e mail address. Ah the 21st century what else will u offer us that the 20 century did as well but we were neglectful and apathetic towards its offerings. oh wo im starting to talk like the quaran more on that later though.. unless i already did talk about that, then i will just briefly restate my current thoughts in shorter form. oh well peace and love

so there i was chillin, drawing stupid shit like i always do, talkin to a frenchman and a brooklynite at a table in istanbul, and this chica i once knew in budapest turned me around said "hi" and smiled.... true story

anyway we chatted that night, and she told me to check out this site a friend of hers runs and i finally did today like 2-3 weeks later and i kinda like it so here
www.angryflower.com just cartoons and shit cool though i catch ya later i gotta go sleep its 3 am and i have na been to bed goin to the beach w some mexican cats manana

also you should all tell me what u did for new years, i want comment boxes filled. its a must if u visit the site

as for me, i sat around for a few hours in a room alone, then went into avignon walked around for 45 mins and nothing was happened, only saw one puddle of puke and thats a shame. so i went back to the room and fell asleep sad and lonely and thinking of home. Then i woke up at like 1 and tried to call pete but he didnt answer so i went back to bed. Good times though the next day i left for toulouse and u already know that story, unless u are reading these in the wrong order which u probably are. so good luck to ya in your own time peace and love, if i know ya im missin ya its cierto and if i dont maybe in the future i will be pleased to make your aquaintence or something adios

(sorry i may get booted in a sec and i wanted to publish that much before i continue)

anyway. I spent the first 2 hours of this train ride stressing out, thinking about the concequences of hopping on a train without permission to another country and such. Reading the back of the ticket sold to me saying the fees for different things. Expecting the price if someone does come around to sell me a ticket to be huge because, 1 it was a 3 hour trip (25 if u go by the avignon to toulouse ticket) then it was through the mountains, which is usually a few bucks extra. also i was buying a late ticket so i probably wouldnt get my under 26 discount plus a possible fee of anything from 5- 130 euros for hopping on the train. And also international borders usually cost ya about 20-40 bucks extra no matter what and i was crossing 2. So i was thinkg massive ticket here brace yourself.

2 hours in, i started thinking "maybe they wont check" then i saw her. Maybe 50 feet away taking tickets, slowly patiently filling out ticket after ticket for each passeneger who didnt have one. i was fucked, all of a sudden she was on me, i showed her i needed to buy one, and she pulled out a pen and paper and wrote 7 2 0 and i said oh shit, then she put a dot between the 7 and the 2 and said siete y viente and went "what the fuck?" quickly i pulled out my wallet and handed her a twenty before she changed her mind. SHe gave me change said something about have a nice day, and it was over. I spent the next 20 mins thinking 7.20 is like what u pay for a movie, and this is for 3 hours with beautiful mountain scenery going great distances. I was very happy as you may have guessed, and new from that moment that spain was gonna look out for me.
Johnny depp(deep) the mexican looked at me and gave me a head nod, and it was all good.


So now im here. Staying with 2 of the mexicans (out of 4) they are pretty cool cats and they help me learn\remember my spanish.

Barcelona is excellent but i wqill probably only stay a few more days cuz i got a lot to see, and though this is cheaper then france i still gotta wath my cash so it lasts, plus im coming back with james in a month. So yeah more later peace and love TAff

So i owe u a story no? well no not really cuz none of you have computers right now so uwouldnt know the differene anyway eh? but anyway with sweaty feet in 70 degree weather in an internet cafe in barcelona i shall tell u the story of the past few days.

We start our story in the fairy tale city of Avignon, france. Avignon is a small walled city approx 80 thousand people but its the biggest city within an hour so its not like park, cuz we got minneapolis. So I woke up at a decent time, 20 mins before check out which is more than enough so i took my time to brush my teeth, put on my boots and such. I did have to pack up all my shit without waking my french roommate (the guy and i had lived together for a week and said one word to eachother in that entire time) but he seemed nice, just antisocial. anyway since i dont have much shit, it wasnt hard to pack at all. getting out the door, 2 feet from his head with all my gear did seem a challenging task and i failed miserably so i said "pardon" as i left his life forever. I made my way to the train station getting there just in time to catch an earlier train to my destination of choice, toulouse ( abig city about 3 hours away). The trip included a short layover in Montpellier france which made my day cuz i wanted to see that city anyway.

So train rides through southern france are rather incredible, cuz u go through a small town every 20 mins and there is a castle or a old church or something rediculously amazing in each little place, and these towns really dont seem to notice that they have a 500 hundred year old castle as their center of town. they just go on livin like it aint no thang. So yeah great scenery. On this trip though i guy asked me for a cig. I of course dont smoke. So i said sorry i dont have one, but offered him some gum which he accepted, then a piece to his friend, and conversation soon took place. It was difficult but we got by. they lived in montpellier and were scamming the train system cuz they new there was no one to check this particular route so no tickets for them. mine cost 25 bucks a fee i'd wished i had not paid.
so we somewhat chatted about travelling and some other stuff, like baby talk, but it worked. then when we got there they asked if i wanted to walk around with them in my 2 hour layover and they showed me some of the famous shit in montpellier. which is a beautiful city as far i could tell and i will return some day.

Now the reason i believe in karma. (also i do know that karma isnt supposed to work in the same lifetime, but it does so shaw to you)

I was sitting in the train station, or rather laying down, and i saw a dog shat on the floor. This is a common thing since the french love their dogs and wouldnt dream about picking up after them (so every city has more dog shit then u have ever seen in your life) but anyway this was right in the middle of a "high traffic zone" and i looked around and no one else bothered to do anything so i didnt. So of course later in toulouse i stepped in the nastiest shite i have ever seen or smelled and had to use the shower of my way too expensive hotel room(in a min) to clean my boot not to bathe in.

so as for that aformentioned hotel room.

When i got toulouse i went to the hotels my stolen\traded guide book told me to go to, and all of them were "complet" which means no vacancy. So i kept walking around full packs, and everything for about 3-4 hours looking for hotels finding only 30-40 stuff and it was all too much. Even an old lady wouldnt take me in for under 30.
Its weird too cuz in venice (a tourist city) they would budge on the price. In marseille a city only a few hours away, they would budge on the price, but toulouse was like " fuck you american moneky" and i was like ok, i will go to barcelona early.
SO i went to the train station, explained to the lady i needed to be in barcelona the next day, she said ok printed me off a bunch of things and smiled and i was like "oh yes" the one she said was the best left at 7 and got there at 12 whih sounded wonderful until i realized it was 7 in the morning and i would have to stay the night in toulouse. so i went out to the bus station which was closed, and stepped in the dog shit, and then went out to find a hotel again. I finally found one for 27 and said ok 1 night. then i went out to see all the sites in toulouse in the rain. which was fun, oh was it fun. (sarcasm just doesnt work online no?)


So i got back at like 10 and asked the guy for a 6 am wake up call and he said ok. so i planned shit that night went to bed at like 12, woke up at 6:20 to a shitty wake up call. If it werent for my alarm i'd have been fucked but THEN i got to the train station and the ticket office was closed for the day. which sucked ass(at the time) the info people told me to get on the train i wanted and the conducter guy would sell me a ticket, then at the next train station i could buy one. So i did that. I meet some mexican cats going to barcelona and kinda just followed them. bought the ticket to a small town in or near andorra (another country, in the mountains) and when we got there, the ticket office was "ferme" which means closed. "great" i thought, i hopped on the next train to barcelona. more in a sec

first off im dead, and in barcelona which is a sweet city as far as i can tell, but the first impression is always good, unless its bad u know?
ummm yeah so i will write the story of the past 2 days tomorrow when i am awake. for now i say shit seems fair again. uh yeah seriously im dead nice talkin to ya, keep sending those e mails when ya can. peace and love taff