My time in BCN is winding down but not getting any less wild as it comes to a close. The anarchy hostel is somehow ratcheting up the level of anarchy and the appearance of total sketchy guys is increasing in frequency and veracity. Yesterday my friend Greg got mixed up with some nutcase from La Rambla and helped the guy wire 600 €‘s to Bosnia in order to not get his ass kicked. There is always something dramatic transpiring and I‘m lucky to leave here with my precious iBook intact (the hostel laptop was stolen last week)...

Last night we went out to “da club“ as one of my final party nights here. The level of debauchery was high and the details must be kept under wraps for what transpires at the club must stay there. For me this will me a sad departure as I‘ll have to re-enter the United States with it‘s dimishing personal freedoms and limited outlook. I‘ll have to come back.