What did I learn today? <\/p>\n
Well first I learned that when you show up at breakfast dressed almost identically to the other guy, you’re grateful you’re a guy. No rapid redressing is required. <\/p>\n
Second, when a European asks what languages you speak and your respond, “English, American, and a touch of Australian,” they don’t think it’s as funny as you do. <\/p>\n
Third, when they talk about late European dining habits, this place is the poster child. Most restaurants don’t open until 9pm. 11pm isn’t an unusual time to make a dinner reservation. <\/p>\n
Finally, Barcelona isn’t in Spain. It looks that way on the map, but it’s one of those political technicality things similar to Quebec being in Canada. The people here are Catalan. They speak there own language, they have there own culture, and you – you culturally bereft American mudblood – are not Catalan. I didn’t have the heart to explain that I understood their pain. I have friends who are Texans.<\/p>\n