In Barcelona, we met a few characters. Unfortunately, I didn’t
think to grab any photos, but they’re colorful enough without them.
First and foremost, the Australians Ryan and Ren. These guys
were covered from head to toe in tattoos, and showed up on their first day
wearing nothing but swim trunks and flip flops. Ren was a butcher and Ryan
worked for a contracting company as a tile-layer (I think; never asked him, but
heard this second-hand from another of our roommates). Nice guys, but were a
little…crass. You’ll see why in another post I’m working on called “Things
overheard in hostels.”
Next, Lizzie and her little sister (I felt too awkward to
ask her name again after the third time of me not remembering). Two girls from
Pennsylvania, both of whom were at University of Pittsburgh. Lizzie just
finished a degree in nursing and is about to start her job search, and Lizzie
is on her last year of her primary education degree. They were funny. Right
around the time Sean and I thought, “Hey, they’re getting along pretty well for
sisters travelling together,” one of them lost her toothpaste, and the other
just adamantly refused to let her borrow any.
Lastly, Chasen from USC, who is between his bachelors and
masters in architecture. He introduced himself as “Chasen. It’s like Jason,
except you’re running after somebody.” That, and the fact that he apparently bought a pound of spiced French sausage in Nice is about all I know about him. Well, that, and the fact that he can apparently make an awesome sammich.
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