I’m so addicted to “The Office.” We have downloaded & watched the first two seasons. And, after watching the la
st episode tonight, I’m going to do my best to get the third somehow tomorrow. So, allow me to back up to how it all began nice and early this morning. After we packed our bags, and emptied out the apartment, we hopped on the metro, and headed over to the train station. I told Kim that we were leaving way too early and would end up just sitting around for 45 minutes if we left when she wanted to. But, we did it anyways. And, by the time we reached the station, they were already lining up for the departure. Women….they are right like 2/15 of the time, and yes that fraction does make sense. Once on the train, both of us forgot how it all operates you know. Like, is there assigned seating? Can you sit by your best friend…do those letters and numbers, along with the “CAR #” really mean anything? Using both of our brains we decided to just sit in the cushy nice seats, and were escorted to the next car down after we’d be rolling about 2 minutes with the common folk. My general rule of thumb for trains in Europe was formed some 7 years ago when I fell asleep going from London to Brussels, woke up in Lile, France and got off to find out that it was not Brussels, no one spoke English, the large army guy with his man-eating dog didn’t speak English and did not like the joke about, “the army guy and his dog that walked into the bar.” At any rate after Kim was nearly swept off her feet by a quartet of young anxious Spanish teens, she got me some food to eat. It’s like watching a bear eat honey then hibernate. I fell into a Radiohead induced sleep…only to be awoken by my wife, “Hey, I think everyone is getting off the train.” OH BOY! Here we go again! I knew it. I knew I could not afford to go to sleep, but I really did not have it inside of me to stay awake. AARRGHH!!! So, I looked around and the train was emptying out like someone was offering tickets to a Boy George Concert in Ohio. I stumbled to my feet, grabbed my bag, and off we went. Now, you are probably wondering if we were in Barcelona or not. Well, the train had come to it’s finally destination, and the ticket did say that the last stop was Barcelona. What the ticket did not say was that, the last stop was in fact Barcelona, and the city would be reached on it’s SECOND LEG VIA BUS! You try cramming a train full of people onto a passenger bus. Kim’s 1hr bladder kicked in, and I just shoved all my “gotta go” feelings deep, deep inside…and we got to the bus last. Some guy pointed to a bus, so I chunked our stuff under the bus into that luggage area, we crammed ourselves onto a bus with what looked like a gray hair convention. We were like newborns on this bus of 90-somethings. If I’m not mistaken, most of them were from the cast of the Spanish Love Boat. Anyways, we sat across the aisle from each other, and I wedged beside the Spanish Santa Claus…seriously, the guy had the beard and everything…he just kept using the cell phone a lot. I don’t think the real Santa even uses one of those. Bingo, that guy was a fake. Anyways, after riding on a bus, in the clearness of absolute desert a
nd nowhere, and after I fell asleep only to realize that my mouth was wide open, we arrived in Barcelona. And as usual, God worked everything out. We got to our apartment, slid right in, got some food down the street, went to the grocery store to buy lots of sugar-filled items(most of which I have eaten by the time you read this), and watched the last 5 episodes of “The Office: Season 2.” All I know is that the folks in Madrid dressed like it was a run-way show, and these folks dress like it’s a homeless contest. So, we’re no longer underdressed. Sign of the day: “Toilets will resemble the letters W & C, which stand for WOOO & Caution.”(W-water,C-closet)
st episode tonight, I’m going to do my best to get the third somehow tomorrow. So, allow me to back up to how it all began nice and early this morning. After we packed our bags, and emptied out the apartment, we hopped on the metro, and headed over to the train station. I told Kim that we were leaving way too early and would end up just sitting around for 45 minutes if we left when she wanted to. But, we did it anyways. And, by the time we reached the station, they were already lining up for the departure. Women….they are right like 2/15 of the time, and yes that fraction does make sense. Once on the train, both of us forgot how it all operates you know. Like, is there assigned seating? Can you sit by your best friend…do those letters and numbers, along with the “CAR #” really mean anything? Using both of our brains we decided to just sit in the cushy nice seats, and were escorted to the next car down after we’d be rolling about 2 minutes with the common folk. My general rule of thumb for trains in Europe was formed some 7 years ago when I fell asleep going from London to Brussels, woke up in Lile, France and got off to find out that it was not Brussels, no one spoke English, the large army guy with his man-eating dog didn’t speak English and did not like the joke about, “the army guy and his dog that walked into the bar.” At any rate after Kim was nearly swept off her feet by a quartet of young anxious Spanish teens, she got me some food to eat. It’s like watching a bear eat honey then hibernate. I fell into a Radiohead induced sleep…only to be awoken by my wife, “Hey, I think everyone is getting off the train.” OH BOY! Here we go again! I knew it. I knew I could not afford to go to sleep, but I really did not have it inside of me to stay awake. AARRGHH!!! So, I looked around and the train was emptying out like someone was offering tickets to a Boy George Concert in Ohio. I stumbled to my feet, grabbed my bag, and off we went. Now, you are probably wondering if we were in Barcelona or not. Well, the train had come to it’s finally destination, and the ticket did say that the last stop was Barcelona. What the ticket did not say was that, the last stop was in fact Barcelona, and the city would be reached on it’s SECOND LEG VIA BUS! You try cramming a train full of people onto a passenger bus. Kim’s 1hr bladder kicked in, and I just shoved all my “gotta go” feelings deep, deep inside…and we got to the bus last. Some guy pointed to a bus, so I chunked our stuff under the bus into that luggage area, we crammed ourselves onto a bus with what looked like a gray hair convention. We were like newborns on this bus of 90-somethings. If I’m not mistaken, most of them were from the cast of the Spanish Love Boat. Anyways, we sat across the aisle from each other, and I wedged beside the Spanish Santa Claus…seriously, the guy had the beard and everything…he just kept using the cell phone a lot. I don’t think the real Santa even uses one of those. Bingo, that guy was a fake. Anyways, after riding on a bus, in the clearness of absolute desert a
nd nowhere, and after I fell asleep only to realize that my mouth was wide open, we arrived in Barcelona. And as usual, God worked everything out. We got to our apartment, slid right in, got some food down the street, went to the grocery store to buy lots of sugar-filled items(most of which I have eaten by the time you read this), and watched the last 5 episodes of “The Office: Season 2.” All I know is that the folks in Madrid dressed like it was a run-way show, and these folks dress like it’s a homeless contest. So, we’re no longer underdressed. Sign of the day: “Toilets will resemble the letters W & C, which stand for WOOO & Caution.”(W-water,C-closet)
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Sounds awesome man! Hope it stays good and you can make it to the majority of your destinations even though you are a poor spanish speaker.
Is that stick man taking a dump on the letter "W"? ...He looks like he's in a great deal of pain.
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