europe2004.1a

I totally forgot (see what happens when you leave things for four and a half months?) one of the the funniest things from Barcelona. On Las Ramblas, after checking my e-mail and eating something not particularly healthy or tasty or ethnic, I saw the craziest, cracked-out, thirty-something Spanish prostitute, big old Spanish boobs completely hanging out of her shirt, screaming and laughing and dry-humping some terrified-looking tourist from behind through a set of scaffolding. I kid you not. I almost cried I was laughing so hard. Hell, I was by myself and I was still laughing that hard. If I was quicker I'd have gotten a picture, but alas, not so lucky. I wish I could recreate the look on that poor guy's face. Priceless.

Just thought you all would like to know.