I do believe if you don’t like things you leave, For some place you’ve never gone before

Yeah, well, didn’t get to go to Andalucia. But that just leaves me with more money to go elsewhere in June, the way I see it.

I did get to see some cool things during la Semana Santa, some of which were right below my apartment window (more on that later).

I took a walk up la Costa Daurada (the Mediterranean coast from southern Catalunya to just below Barcelona) a few days ago and discovered some amazing places, just a couple of hours walk north of here. One of which was this abandoned building.

View from the first floor window. As you can see, it’s incredibly situated on the coast. I don’t know if it used to be a school or a hotel, but it looked like the military (probably Franco’s) took it over at some point, since there were turrets nestled around its coastline and newer constructed buildings that resembled barracks on the grounds.

I expected something to be living in it (given this region’s propensity for hobos and gutter punks), but goats weren’t one of the things I was thinking.

More from the Costa Daurada trip later.

Lord Humungus Goes Nowhere

No Andalucia for me.  The fucking Americans and Brits here are the most unreliable pieces of shit I’ve ever met.

That is all.

And you know that I could have me a million more friends, and all I’d have to lose is my point of view

Sorry for the lack of posts, but I really haven’t taken a lot of pictures in awhile.  But here’s some for those that might possibly feel sorry for me being so far away from everything and everyone.  Don’t.

This is literally five minutes from my apartment.

And of course I go out there almost everyday, sunny or not.  Must be something about growing up in the Midwest.  I can never get enough of the ocean.  I go out there, and I could be anywhere.  Jakarta, Guyana, South Africa .  ‘Course with less sharks, though.

More pictures in a couple of weeks.  In the meantime, I’ll be in Andalucia for the next week.  Granada to Cadiz to Sevilla to Cordoba.  It’ll be great to go back, and see how if it’s as quite as I remember.  And everyone will speak Spanish.  Adeu, Català.

It doesn’t mean I didn’t try, I just never know why

Part of the 10-day-long celebration of Carnaval here, they have a funeral procession throughout the streets of Old Town (El Casc Antic).  It’s mostly a parade to celebrate the beasts and devils of the world, and they do that by making large representations of these things and loading them up with tons of fireworks.  Makes sense to me!

You can’t really see it in this picture, but this is supposed to be a serpentine/dragon-like devil, complete with a supple, slightly hairy pair of tits.

These are fairly shitty quality, but the full ones I have are some of the best pictures I’ve ever taken.