Dave Spencer Barcelona....a film by Woody Allen

This guy keeps showing up everywhere.

The thoughts of getting back to a warm and sunny climate made us both excited to get off the plane in Barcelona. The bus ride into town only helped to fuel the excitement. To top it all off, we found the hostel we were staying at without any problems! Well we thought we found it. Turns out that we had booked another one that was across town. When we finally got there we discovered that they couldn't reserve a room for Saturday and the whole town was booked. Why you might ask? We have no idea.

Spaniards can't seem to finish a church...

We went ahead and enjoyed the city over the next few days. I dragged Dave to some churches and after that we decided that a beach visit is in order. We finally reached the beach clear after walking across the city and were amazed by the amazing view in front of us, then we looked at the water. Turns out modesty is not something the Spaniards worry about. Topless sun bathing is more common than not. I am not sure how those Spanish guys worked that out, but well done.

Fun fact: All this sand was imported from the Sahara.

For the first few days we had our room at the hostel to ourselves, then we came back to find two more bags. I looked at Dave and said, "Man I hope these people are fun." They walked in right after as if they were on cue. They introduced themselves and we found out they were Irish and I knew then we were going to have a great time. Turns out that they had nine other friends staying there and they were gracious enough to let Dave and myself hangout with them. The two in our room also couldn't find a place to stay Saturday night so at the very least there were now four homeless friends, rather than just two. On our night of homelessness we decided, like any reasonable person, that the best thing to do was go out until closing time.

Brooooooo

Three of the guys in the group were nice enough to let us homeless folk sleep in their room that night. The following morning we checked back in and breathed a sigh of relief. We spent the next few days hanging out with our new friends and having a blast seeing the city. We ate lunch in front of the Sagrada Familia, which is the most amazing church. Each side is a different architectural style. It blew us away.

Yet another unfinished church.

After almost a week in Barcelona we said goodbye and flew off to Switzerland. You will hear about how Switzerland took all our money later.

All "Seine"s point to Paris

A childlike wonder

After a restful 8hr bus ride from London we arrived in Paris. We only got confused about 20 times finding out hostel, so we are getting better. Like any self respecting man we ran to the Louve jumping with excitement the next morning. I had heard alot of talk about the size of the Louve, but I was still not prepared for just how much they had there. Obviously we visited the more popular pieces.

If you look closely you can see Tom Hanks with a bad haircut in the background

"I'm kind of a big deal"

I'm your Venus, I'm your fire! Your desire!

I could write about the Louve for the whole post, but there is a lot more to cover. Upon leaving the Louve we noticed the Arc de Triomphe. It didn't seem that far so we decided to walk over and get some pictures. Turns out Paris is quite flat and that it was a brisk 5 miles away or so.


A normal person would call it a day after that, but not us. We figured that the Eiffel tower shouldn't be far so we started to walking towards it.

Another couple of miles later we were there. It was a bit surreal to sit there and look up at the very tower you see in movies or ads all the time.

The most famous phallus in France!

Upon arriving home we found out the internet was out and living up to Victor Hugo's quote, "To err is human. To loaf is Parisian" It stayed broken the entire time we were there. So blame the French for the blog being delayed.

The next day we decided to embrace the culture and went to cafe for coffee and a croissant. With the coffee, croissant, scarf and Norte Dame in view, I could swear Pepe le Pew was right around the corner. We finished our coffee and headed to Norte Dame. At the point we have visited a good deal of churches, but nothing like this. The stained glass and vaulted ceilings were captivating.

God showed up!

The church had set out chairs and played soft choral music. We sat down and took in all the church had to offer. After leaving the holy church we decided to the only real thing to do is go see the Moulin Rouge.

Boobs and stuff.

It was a pretty quick view of Paris, but we were ready to head to the sun and beaches of Barcelona. That is a different post though. Till next time.

A Much Needed Bath

So can Red Bull.

Okay, A few things first. I know it has been awhile since the last update, but time and internet are becoming an increasingly rare thing. Our hostel in Paris (wait for it, you will hear about Paris soon) decided to lie about their Wi-Fi access.

We temporary left London for Bath. It was a short ride west of London where we got to see some country side and as always....more sheep.

"This is the song that never ends..."

Bath is pretty well known for being the home of Jane Austen. Yeah, that's right, eat your heart girls. On a slightly more masculine note, it is also close to Stonehenge. Our hostel provided a free ride to Stonehenge and being the thrifty fellows we are, we took them up on it.

New construction site for a strip mall.

I never thought a couple of rocks would interest me so much. There is a kinda mystical feeling about the stones. We found out from our guide that Bath is essentially the Roswell of England, so I suppose the mystical feeling is appropriate.

Get off your cell phone.

Our time in Bath would best be described as relaxing. It is hard not to be relaxed when you can casually walk to a park and have a river gently running across rocks.






After leaving Bath we returned to London to meet up with our friend Sebastian. You will hear more about him in good time. One last description. There was a guy in front of us on the bus home from a night out in London. He entertained me for the better part of an hour. He sat down and I noticed he was listening to Whitney Houston and we was into it. He waved his arms around and really felt her music. I couldn't tell what else he was listening to, but I have to assume it was the Burlesque soundtrack. Oh, and his pants were tight enough that he could probably match the highest note of his favorite diva. With that I leave you. Enjoy.

Tank crossing is a serious issue in rural England.