Mom and Dad, we got a job

So we've never heard so many whistles in our lives.  Men, women, children, dogs, ferrets on leashes, bunnies (yerp we saw it all) - all of them whistle at us. We must be some good lookin' American amigas. Anywho, we plan on wearing some crazy make up, putting on an outfit, and freeze pose in the metro.  We'll lay out Olivia's suitcase and gather moolah.  If there's a euro for every whistle, we'll make billions.

notes: We found out that pigeons here don't mind people. One hit me in the head today, one showered poop right next to me two days ago, and three times today we've had to duck from them. I've come to think they've taken a liking to me. Very much like the asian women roaming the beaches asking people if they want massages. It seems that they specifically like me. They swarmed me even when I pretended I was asleep. Also - the beaches are topless. You don't see that every day. Lastly, dogs here don't have leashes and Spain doesn't have pretzels. 

After the beach two days ago, the studiers had another tour for orientation.  Chels and I, as we do every day, walked five miles. We walked through this beautiful Park, Parc Ciutadella, where we met a Guatemalan kid named Doniello.  He told us he was just at Camp Nou (FC Barcelona's home stadium) for the celebration of their Championship win that happened the day before we got here.  Afterwards he was in a crowd when Messi drove by and happened to stop for him to give him his autograph. We saw that picture. It was pretty cool.  We invited him on our walk to the Sagrada Familia.  We saw the Placa de Toros where the bullfights used to take place.  Now bullfighting does not happen anywhere in Catalunya.  We walked by the Sagrada Familia, got gelato, and meandered home.  

Later that night we met up with some friends and went to a bar called SHOKO. Was a long night/morning to say the least.

More to come on actually touring the Sagrada yesterday. Excuse our lateness on these blogs. We're still alive and kickin.