Happy bank holidays

It is the national (another one) day of Spain. Immaculate Conception of Mary (Mary doesn´t get sin as she´s mum of Christ NOT her getting Christ . follow link) Patron saint of Spain. Big bank holiday. That means banks close.
(Remember I stored a bit of money, safe keeping wise) in a bank? Well if I go to Rome, I can´t get it. So:
*Go, and transfer money (losing on about €30 in process)
*Stay, spending about €30 in process for hostel and live cheaply...

I´m staying, another two nights. In Barcelona. Tired. Sleepy. Monday, I´ll go. oh yes. but on Monday.

(Last night was fun though, admittedly. It started with chatting to two nice Italian guys and ended up with playing charades on a flight of stairs with same guys plus two others. 3 hours later. In between was a little dog called Bamba/Bomba (?), a crazy guy doing ´zazuki´ (karate!), buying beer off the street sellers manmy times (I can´t remember how to spell repededly (!))
Oh. Yes. And the everyone find Bomba the little dog incident which resulted in many people, including the drunk girl with red wine lips, going up and down the street, in and out of hostel and me around the corner. To find a little dog, think like a little dog.
"food. interesting smells. more people to play with. go away from crazy owner and loud noises to more interesting places. "
I found dog.)

So now, its 12.51, I´m in the hostel with half of my stuff scattered in bags because I havent´t packed properly as moving rooms (bizarre hostel living. changing rooms results in leaving stuff in between whilst waiting for new room to be cleaned/changed/evacuated. More complicated when, like today, it´s full...)
hungry? thirsty. shrug. better tend to the biological needs then i can focus more on the esoteric and spiritual matters at hand (sleep...)