Hola. Im in a hostel in a Spanish city. I know, its weird.
Ryanair does not bear me the personal vendetta I had initially supposed and did not force me to check my bag or refuse my reservation or anything wretched, and startlingly played trumpets when we landed in Girona. We caught the bus to Barcelona, navigated the metro and the funicular (apparently I was on one but Ive no idea what the funicular actually is, its like a metro with weird seats and too many wires) and climbed up a mountain to our hostel. Like, an actual mountain. The website describing it as a brief stroll was lies.
The several times Ive had to ask for directions or help my mangled Spanish has been met with pained if kind smiles and offers to switch to English, French, German, anything.
Now, off to try to do things. I say try because there is no guarantee anything will actually be managed.
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Manage... MANAGE... I, SAY, old chap, you've managed aPLENTY!! We're talking funky funiculars, (WIRES & ALL... lord knows what that could be...), gawdy architecture... even WILD BOARS... now, who saw THAT coming?? Why even that rickety old Spanish managed to get dusted off and called into service... yeaaaaah!! Legions of Sargean, Sevillanos and EVEN Cordeiros would be PROUD... why, proud I tell you! GO, GIRL!!!
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