London - Barcelona: (Home of Ronaldinho I)

So, after my mom called like 6 million times because her baby, my younger sister Bola, is headed to London and she wanted to confirm if she has arrived, I get like 3 hours sleep and my sister arrives, we dont have too much time because she gets home like 12 noon and we have like 2 hours to get to the airport to catch our flight to Barcelona. We meet up with Soji at the underground station (He is our spanish tour guide... he schooled in Madrid a few years ago and his spanish is pretty good). Soji was funny. Not the kind of funny like he is telling us jokes but the kind where funny things happen to him. I'll give you a few funny situations......

- I woke up in the middle of the night and I was checking email when I noticed that we only have reservations for one night in our Barcelona hostel. We should have 2 nights. Soji made the reservation. First mistake. Not a big deal, he called and fixed it.
- We get to the airport and we found out that Soji did not pay for his luggage to be checked in and it is obviously bigger than the required size so we had to go sort that out. He apparently paid for priority boarding and not his luggage. He claims that since we booked everything late at night, he was tired and he is no use.
- He gets his priority boarding ticket and we head on to the gates. Ryan Air is like Southwest Airlines, no seats are assigned, you need to queue early to get "good" seats. Anyway, boarding starts and since we were in no rush, we were the last on the line. They call for Priority boarding and Soji bids us farewell, feeling important with himself. He gets to the front of the line and he can't find his priority stub so he gets sent to the back because they obviously think he is lying. He walks back bowing his head in shame and Bola and I laugh out loud at him.

Funny things at the airport
I get frisked for some reason. I think I must have looked like I had been carrying something else on me. By the way, my jeans are fitting and so is my shirt so I'm not really sure what I am being frisked for... Lets leave it at safety. They don't ask you to trash your lotion like the do in the States and you have to take your shoes off at a separate line.

The flight attendant was funny and rude. He yelled at everyone on the plane to keep quiet and listen to him stating that the plane will not take off until he is done. This was the first time that I've been on a plane that was quiet during the safety announcement. We just bursted out laughing... By the way, we got the best seats, the first row by the exit door.
Towards the end of the flight, I felt like bothering him so I asked him to take our picture. He did by the way so I guess he was not mad at the fact that he had to seat in front of us all flight long.

We land safely and everyone on the flight begins to clap. I'm like huh? apparently that is pretty common... soooooo OK..

We get to our hostel (dorm style hotel). I dont know what I expected but I have to admit that it was very decent. Yeah small but decent especially because its cheap... We go grab something to eat down the road at Tres Lombes... It was a pretty cool night out but we did have fun. Got to talk and catch up and plan our route for the rest of the week.. I take time to learn some spanish words.

One thing I learned is that language... communication is really important. I tend to forget because Barcelona is a nice place and I am enjoying the scenery and talking to Bola and Soji and then I need something but I can't order it or since my sister and I are picky when it comes to food, we always want to know what's in the food and we really would not have been able to ask if Soji was not around. By the way, I'm thinking about learning spanish now. I think its cool and sexy. Anyway, let see how long this lasts... Heading to bed. Tommorrow is a big tourist day.