´my feet feel like waffles´

this is what shawn said today while sloshing through the picasso museum in his drenched shoes. i fully agree, and understand, this statement. maple-syrup-covered, soggy, buttery waffles.

today i invented a new sport: umbrella juggling. while shawn was smart and brought an umbrella, i was my usual self ajnd came totally unprepared. however, i discovered something unusual about barcelona--people just go around throwing away umbrellas.

my first find was in a trash can. black, with half the spoke broken in half. i pulled it out and used the half-circle of cloth to cover myself. then i found another one in the trash, a striped one whose handle was snapped in half. i carried it until the rain blew it apart again. finally, i found my baby--a tan, wooden beast from the nineteen hundreds. the harder the better.

picasso was a madman. he painted better than i do. bummer.

shawn, right now, is lurking over my shoulder, his little beaver patch in full force. now he´s giggling. hee hee hee. he´s combing down his beaver patch with his fingers and saying, ït´s coming along, dude. it´s coming along.¨

yes it is, shawn. yes it is.


the harder the better

that´s the official name of this trip. shawn´s said it multiple times so far, each time talking about different things-- the first time abouty wheels, then apples. he´s leading up to saying it about penises, i think.

still raining in barca obama. going to see picasso in a few minutes; then onto the arc de triopf, then who knows. we´ve stayed the past few nights in mataro in an amazing little hostel. the town´s cool, but we couldn´t find the internet--its has abandoned us--so we took the train into barcelona to bring you this message. feel honored.

no skating the past 2 days due to constant rain. i made a new beanie to replace my stolen red one, and my mom´s sending my spare charge cord to our hostel. our eurail tickets will arrive soon, and we´ll head to paris, hopefully in time to see broken social scene. it´s coming back together.

major news: today there was a D3 sighting! a punk kid on the train, bright blue osirises. or osires? we´ll never know.

until next time,
colin awesome and shawn gay