again...

I am left with no resolve but to conclude that I attract the wierdos of this world...

Sunday night I met up with Andrea and Danny who drove down to catch up with me after my very short jaunt to bcn this weekend. We were at the pub called the Champion just right around the corner from my house... while andrea and Danny were waiting to be served, I walked over to an empty table and sat down. As I sat I was accosted by this bloke whom was sat at that bar... He approached me and asked me my name... then proceeded to tell me that I had very lovely eyes... and then swiftly after that asked me if he could 'pinch my bottom'! WTF! I politely declined and instructed him to leave me be as I was not at the pub looking to be chatted up or groped, I was there to chat to my friends... Luckily Andrea and Danny arrived at the table at that moment and he retreated... We watched him as he continued his brash cruising techniques soliciting various other unsuspecting ladies as they passed by him. Approximately 20 mins later he re-approached our table and attempted to join our conversation by introducing himself and declaring to Andrea and Danny that he though I was lovely and then AGAIN asked if he could pinch my bottom! I mean like hello!?!?! did he really think that my friends would encourage and approve? *shakes head* Luckily when he was swooping in for a third attempt, the bar staff interjected and instructed him to leave us alone...

Barcelona on Saturday was lovely and sunny... it was the day of saint George... the tradition is for all ladies to receive flowers and men to receive books. Just one of the little things that makes me love Spain... they have such a marked respect for tradition and such a strong sense of 'family'... I can't think of a single celebration in Canada or the UK which would even come close... it was nice to see so many people out and about... all the pretty flowers and all the hundreds of book stalls set up around the city.