Fear and loathing in Barcelona
Wednesday, 22. February 2006, 16:20:58
- Suck your c*ck, man?
They are so friendly, the Catalonians. I was waiting for Miguel on the corner of Placa Reial and Las Ramblas on my first evening in Barcelona, and felt the city embrace me with its warmth and hospitality. Startled by this sweet girl’s candidness, I smiled and politely declined the offer. No gracias. These girls sure don’t waste their time, I thought. I tend to enjoy longer courting.
During the next five minutes I was offered a wide selection of various services and stimulating substances from friendly people who probably felt sorry for this lonely and lost Scandinavian. I smiled and nodded and gracefully declined. I’m no big fan of the services and substances they offered, but I wrote them off as local peculiarities. Different cultures, different customs. When in Rome, drink wine.
This overwhelming friendliness from strangers touched my heart, and I felt myself lulled into a deep state of wellbeing. Strangers are just friends I haven’t met, I thought to myself, and felt safe and comfortable. I wanted to hug everybody.
Suddenly I felt something hard pressing against my back.
- Gibe me jor money, pendejo…
Deer in the headlights. I spun around and looked straight into the wicked grin of my colleague Miguel. He cracked up when he saw my expression. Then we went to meet the others for drinks.
I later learned that the corner of Placa Reial and Las Ramblas is really not that safe at all, and it is certainly not known for its friendly people. I must have been lucky with my timing.
Too early the next morning I awoke bright-tailed and bushy-eyed, grabbed a quick coffee and headed for Fira de Barcelona, to the huge venue called 3GSM. And if you want to know how that was, read my postings below and check out the photos of our stand.
Next year when I go to Barcelona I will be better prepared to deal with the people on the corner of Placa Reial and Las Ramblas. I learned some new and useful phrases on the plane back, such as "chaleco salvavida debajo de su asiento." That’ll teach them.
They are so friendly, the Catalonians. I was waiting for Miguel on the corner of Placa Reial and Las Ramblas on my first evening in Barcelona, and felt the city embrace me with its warmth and hospitality. Startled by this sweet girl’s candidness, I smiled and politely declined the offer. No gracias. These girls sure don’t waste their time, I thought. I tend to enjoy longer courting.
During the next five minutes I was offered a wide selection of various services and stimulating substances from friendly people who probably felt sorry for this lonely and lost Scandinavian. I smiled and nodded and gracefully declined. I’m no big fan of the services and substances they offered, but I wrote them off as local peculiarities. Different cultures, different customs. When in Rome, drink wine.
This overwhelming friendliness from strangers touched my heart, and I felt myself lulled into a deep state of wellbeing. Strangers are just friends I haven’t met, I thought to myself, and felt safe and comfortable. I wanted to hug everybody.
Suddenly I felt something hard pressing against my back.
- Gibe me jor money, pendejo…
Deer in the headlights. I spun around and looked straight into the wicked grin of my colleague Miguel. He cracked up when he saw my expression. Then we went to meet the others for drinks.
I later learned that the corner of Placa Reial and Las Ramblas is really not that safe at all, and it is certainly not known for its friendly people. I must have been lucky with my timing.
Too early the next morning I awoke bright-tailed and bushy-eyed, grabbed a quick coffee and headed for Fira de Barcelona, to the huge venue called 3GSM. And if you want to know how that was, read my postings below and check out the photos of our stand.
Next year when I go to Barcelona I will be better prepared to deal with the people on the corner of Placa Reial and Las Ramblas. I learned some new and useful phrases on the plane back, such as "chaleco salvavida debajo de su asiento." That’ll teach them.















