El primero dia de Barcelona

I ended up writing 8 pages in my paper journal, unfortunately I doubt that this will compare in length. I arrived at Barcelona airport at 9 around 0830 which for everyone in the US is 0230. I got my backpack and headed out, got a tren and ended up getting off at the main train station rather than riding it a little further into town (accidentally...) So there I was in the normal part of town, cero turistas. I went into this parc, i think it was called industrial parc, it reminded me of the failed parks of America....grand hopes and plans but no real return. People still used it somewhat, but I doubt it was what its planners expected. So I got my bearings and head southeast towards the old city. The newer old city had great architecture, traditional rectangular blocks with wide avenues (sometimes diagonal to the normal street plan). It is always great to see the majority of people walking or on bikes. They have bikes that you can borrow and ride around and return to a different borrow area, and people love them. Alot of times the sidewalk or sidewalks are wider than the actual street. Well anyways, I had the busiest day of my life, I saw nearly the entire city, all on foot, then met up with my couchsurf at 2000 (10PM). He is very nice, we went out to a really cool bar/restaurant/club with one of his friends and the dj that he knew. We ate, danced, had alot of fun, and left at 0130. I crashed so hard, I was out like a light, and didn´t wake up until 1330 when he was back from work during siesta. He lives in a beautiful apartment right in the old city where everything is walking. In fact hes on the biggest shopping strip I guess, which has apartments over it. When people think of living in Europe this is the kinda place they think about.