walking

Britons are OK with me.

Another full morning of walking around rather aimlessly. Toothpaste and a towel have very much been acquired. A mobile phone? No Dice. An apartment? I got phone numbers to call, but I can't do that until I get a phone. Funny place, this Spain.

Many new friends have been made already; Slovenian roomate is chill, Italians hold down the partying front, Turkish guy is humorous, another American named Alex who also enjoys the arts and hails from the tri-state area, even the perpetually fucked up German André knows a thing or two about having a good time.