too. many. australians.

Since Vienna we´ve been to Munich, Venice, Florence, Rome and today we arrived in Barcelona. I´ll start from the start yeh? yeh.

MUCHEN
oh em gee. When we arrived I was so happy. Loving life. We quickly found our hostel (it was across the road from the hauptbanhof) settled in, got some kickass chinese food, had a few beers and when to sleepy times. The next day we did our own walking tour which consisted mostly of shopping and then we got all jazzed up to go to the Augustiner beer hall for weiners and well... beer. It was alright. But the minus temperatures = Jac gets a cold = jac is tired and cranky. Our last day we got all rugged up ready to take on Munich one last time but everything was closed... galleries. shops. museums... so we went and saw a movie. Shittest tourists ever. I didn´t realise at the time but it seemed I was steadily growing to hate Munich more and more and when I slipped on the black ice in the middle of a busy street (hands in pockets... unable to break my fall) I was done.

VENEZIA
When we got off the train in Venice it was truly a joyous occasion. The sun was shining. Birds were singing. Gypsies were Gypsying. Venice is such a magical place. Sounds lame right? Well you abviously haven´t been there cause it truly is. It´s unnatural that such a place exists. Every side street is picture perfect. It was almost nauseating. I found myself wondering how I could possibly go back to Melbourne/ANYWHERE after having experienced this mystical place. Well... the novelty soon wears off. Don´t get me wrong it´s still one of my favourite places but there are only so many masks and glass rings you can look at before you start yawning and shuffling your feet. The hostel we stayed at was really lovely. Actually... it was somewhat falling apart but the guy who ran it (alex) was a total doll. He saved us eggs when the Chileans were taking more than their fair share. He cooked us dinner every night. And played us songs on his Guitar. He was great. It was here that we also met Otis, Christine and Michael. Three fellow Australians who ended up following us to Florence and Rome. When we were together I often forgot I wasn´t in australia. So many Australians.

FIRENZE
When I think of our time in florence I think of shopping. Gelato. and Pizza. Oh my god the pizza. We literally just ate the entire time we were there. And anything we did in between was just killing time until our next meal. During our eating breaks we did manage to squeeze in seeing il Duomo, The Statue of David and we did a day trip to Pisa. All of which were ahhhh pretty cool but don´t compare to the amazing pistaccio ice cream I had on the day we arrived. I. DIE.

ROMA
Next was Roma. Wow. What a place. I knew there was a lot to see but really Rome??? Quit showing off. The first day we saw the Colloseum. Amazing. Then the Pantheon. And the Trevi Fountain, the Piazza Nuova (where Tartufo ice cream was born) and some other ruins. It was ridiculous. Everything was so old. History around every corner. And once again Gelato around every corner. DANGER. I think I put on like 3 kilos in Italy. I promise I´ll be better in Spain. Churros aren´t my thing. We left Michale, Christine and Otis in Rome (sad face) but might cross paths at some stage here in Barcelona. We arrived this afternoon and whilst we´ve only done a quick walk around so far I can tell I´m gonna love it. YAY.

I thinks thats all
I´m rushing cause I´m hogging the computer.
please excuse any spelling mistakes.
Muchas Gracias