Aimee's language difficulties, common themes, and something smells funny

Today was relatively easy. We only walked about 22,000 steps. But everyone needs a little break once in awhile, right? Last night we made friends with two women from Germany named Brigit and Karen. We would tell you their last names, but they don't sound appropriate in English. We'll just say that after they told us we couldn't stop giggling. As the sun settled, the four of us sat together out on the terrace of our B&B watching the flocks of people meandering in the streets below and discussing our travels thus far.

Speaking of terraces, here's a good story for you. Earlier in the day Sarah had been reading aloud from a Rick Steve's travel book in which he described a local terrace cafe for his readers to visit. When Sarah finished reading, Aimee commented with quite a puzzled look on her face, "Hmmmm, I wonder what a terrorist cafe is." "OMG!" Sarah thought rolling her eyes. Aimee has had several blunders like this since the start of our journey. Another favorite happened the day we arrived in Barcelona. We were in a restaurant conversing with a family from Lodi, California, who had already been in Barcelona several days. The father was relaying a story about visiting a tapas bar (very common restaurant here-- there are signs everywhere) with his daughters. Well, later that evening, Aimee commented in disgust, "I can't believe that guy took his daughters to a topless bar!" Sarah once again thought, "OMG! What is wrong with you?"

We have noticed a couple running themes in Barcelona. #1 Yorkies and French bulldogs are everywhere, which is just torturing us as we miss our little four-legged friends immensely. #2 These people are accident prone! Broken limbs of all sorts abound. Arms, legs, feet, hands, even a neck. We finally started counting the number of casts we have seen and are currently up to 26! #3 MC Hammer's balloon- style pantalones (without the neon colors) are making a come back in a big way. We predict Americans will be wearing them in another year or so. Any bets?

Finally, one last note to self (and warning to any future visitors to Barcelona): when in Barcelona, always smell your seat before sitting down. Looks can be deceiving. See, it had been a long day of walking for us yesterday so we decided to rest our weary selves and do some people watching at a local park. We spied a bench to sit on, but, no sooner did we plant our tired rumps, then we both smelled a wiff of something that has become quite familiar to us in the metro stations and back alley ways of this big city. Simultaneously, we both said "It smells like pee," and leapt off the bench. Needless to say, it's a very good thing we brought a Laundry Pac Travel Laundry Kit with us. We tore that thing open as soon as we got home and put it to good use.

Oh, we lied. One more thing. Happy St. Johns Day! Do you know what that means?
In Barcelona, it means no work, bonfires on the beach, and parties all night long.