I am in Girona . God bless the Spanish.. they invented chaos. There is a system in place on the airport for example for shuttle buses, oh yeah it's just that even locals dont understand it. As I stepped out of the baggage claim area, I soon identified the other Hungarian tourists. They were shouting at the information lady, in Hungarian, which is an exceptionally smart thing to do, considering that Hungarian is the most widely spoken language right after Whiterussian on a list of languages, that probably nobody bothered to put together anyway. So I pretended to be American as usual, which bring another phenomenon. When they think you are American, people start pointing into directions instead of expaining them, telling prices in US dollars, rendering you incapable of basic math. On top of that they direct you to the closest McDonald's if you ask them where you could get some food.

To tell the truth I am almost comfortable in this image of rich idiot. I made some french friends here. Friends as in: people I talked to. They are friench for f.cks sake. Anyway we shared this fate of trying to catch a bus in this system designed to screw foreigners. These french guys kept saying how tired they were etc... looking down all the time.. looking at the grass.. well, you won't fool me Pierre! I know you were looking for snails!

So here I am in the middle of this Spanish life feeling with some French barking in the background, oh and one more thing. Somebody tell me, why does the Girona airport smell so much like horse shit?!

-Denes the Adventurer