The journey begun at 19:30 at London Gatwick airport. It was me, and my oversized bag that I had to smash to disguise as a carry on. My palms sweaty from excitement, and my stomach queasy from the chic-pea sandwich I DOGGED before hoping a board EasyJet flight EZY8577. Was this happening? Was I about to enter the country Cheif Keef claimed to get his car from in the song Faneto? Was I dreaming? I pinched myself. I pinched myself again (the second time I went a little overboard). This was really happening, I was on my way to Barcelona.
I arrived at Barcelona Airport terminal 2 around 20:30. We take a bus to the customs section of the airport to get our passports tattooed. Only problem was, I left it on the plane. Being the calm, cool, and collective guy I am, I slightly panicked. I thought my trip in Barcelona was going to be spent with the customs guards. But then my optimism kicked in, and about 20 minutes later an EasyJet employee brought me my passport and I was on my way to experience the beauty that is Barcelona.
Only I wasn't. I had to wait for my partner in crime, who had taken a wrong train and was running behind her flight schedule. Being an optimist again I had faith that she caught her plane and was on her way. So I waited for her to cross that door with the upmost excitement. But, just because I keep a optimistic view on things, does not mean they work out in my favor. Or in this case, hers. She missed her flight and had to spend a night in the Rome airport until the next morning. But at least she could say she was in Rome for six hours.
So I caught a cab, and went to our Airbnb on the solo-dolo tip. If you ever seen Shrek 2 when they arrived to Far Far Away, and Funkytown by Lipps Inc. was playing in the background; that is how I felt during that cab ride to the Airbnb. After arriving, I decided to treat myself to a nice meal, and a celebratory shot of Tequila. Feeling a combination of buzzed and full, I then ventured around to take pictures of my new surrounding. Alas, this is how this photo gallery was created.
Tomorrow I will tell you about what consisted of the day of Madsen's arrival (there will be way more pictures as well).
Hasta mañana mis amigos. No te olvides de limpiar.
Damon Mackin. 22 years of age. Mass Communications major at Shenandoah University 18'. Freelance Journalist/Photographer