¡hola amigos! I love that I can do this crazy punctuation from these computers! ¿what do you think of my punctuation? ok, I promise I won't do this for the entire entry. Anyway, after an hour on a train, walking for 20 minutes, and taking a bus for 10 minutes, I finally made it onto my boat yesterday. The boat was actually huge and awesome! It had a casino and a couple restuarants and 3 bars and a pool all on the boat! And my little seat for 20 hours ended up being super comfy (or I was tired enough from Rome that anything would be super comfy!), and way way roomy, kind of like super first class seats on a plane. And the boat received TV signals, so we all watched the portugal/france world cup game on the top deck. Vuvs-- good call on telling me to bring a hoodie! You definitely scored some "good mom" points for that one! So I pretty much passed out in the giant room of seats right after the game, and it was actually really nice to be able to sleep late and not feel like I had to wake up early to go wait in line for some museum or something. The boat didn't get in til 3 pm, so I spent a lot of the day reading a really dumb "single girls takes on the world" beach read by the pool for a lot of the day. I didn't mind being on a boat at all, and actually didn't feel it moving or anything, but for the past 8 hours since I've actually been on land, I've hit some pretty big waves! Seriously, I can't stop feeling like I'm rocking on the water now! Somebody needs to tell my body I'm off the boat. Also, the boat was the first place I was where really nobody spoke English, so it was really just me for 20 hours, which was actually kind of refreshing. So I got to Barcelona, and found my hostel, which is actually located right in the middle of everything and seems great. Yay for hostels that you don't have to cross highways at night past cheering hookers to get to! This afternoon I went to the picasso museum, which was pretty cool but not as cool as it could've been. It focused a lot on his early stuff when he was still in classical art school before we started doing the crazy stuff we all know and love, and then there were only a few things from the blue period and his later stuff. After that, I went to the train station to get my tickets for Madrid and Seville. (Pamplona got cut from the trip as it turns out hotels cost about a bajillion dollars a night during san fermin and you're supposed to book a year in advance) Anyway, the line at the train station ended up taking close to 2 hours, but I ended up talking to a real spanish guy who didn't speak any english, and I could actually talk to him!!! Yay for finally not being scared to ask if a seat is taken or if I'm waiting in the right line! And I ordered my tickets completely in Spanish too! woohooooo!!! Then on the metro ride back, I met these 2 american guys, so the 3 of us went out for tapas and sangria near our hostel. turns out all that stuff is better in the real barcelona instead of the clayton barcelona . . . who'd have thunk? Anyway, my guide book says people don't go out in barcelona until 1 am, but its only 11 and I'm completely exhausted, so I think I'm going to be the party pooper and pass out early. (In the broken english of the hostel owner a couple hours ago, my eyes look too tired.) Hopefully a good night's sleep will get me ready to do barcelona tomorrow!