Spain here we come! We arrived in Barcelona and found out hostel right away which was nice after sleeping in the airport all night like bums on the ground. We truly are giving a new meaning to the backpacker name ... sleeping in public places, wearing dirty laundry, saving every cent we can, and causing ourselves to have chronic back pain has become a way of life for us. The night we arrived we browsed though the market on Las Ramblas and caught a few street performer acts as well as some protest which was casing a raucous on the street. We also caught a sight seeing bus which took us all around Barcelona and we both decided that the architecture of most buildings are really odd. Modern mixed with traditional and everything in between. Chevhaun suggested that we get our hair done and so we went to a salon which no English speaking hairdressers worked in. I was horrified at first having paranoid visions of the female mullet we have seen roaming the streets of way too many European cities. Chevhaun walked away with a great do, and title for best hand talker in Cataluna and I walked away with the notion, hair grows back! That night we drank a picture of Sangria and feasted on Tapas from a local Spanish restaurant.