Today’s mission is to find a better room. We go to the subway (or, subte) and get a re-loadable tap card. I ask for two but the woman behind the glass says we can use one between us (obviously assuming we’re temporary tourists and I’m too lazy to explain that we’re planning to stay) so we just get one card and can always get another later. The card costs 90 ARS, and we can load on as much as we want.
Continue reading ➞ Argentina: Subte Rides and Cheese Pizzas
This morning some friends and I have decided to go to the beach. I’ve been living in Barcelona for a full week now, and have yet to put my toes in the sand. Preposterous.
Continue reading ➞ Spain: Correfoc/Fire Run
Landing! I’m here! It’s allllll happening. I take my time getting out of the airport, as it’s 8:30am and I can’t check into my hostel until 2pm. I’m in no rush to do anything, but I’m also not a dawdler. I follow signs to the taxi stand at the airport before I realize it’s entirely unnecessary to waste my money on such a luxury form of transport.
Continue reading ➞ Spain: Welcome to Barcelona!