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Barcelona is beautiful. A city full of life and art and culture. It feels a lot more lived in than Madrid, and I think it’s awesome that I got to see so much of it. While there, a couple of crazy things happened. As I mentioned previously, I had an encounter with a pick pocket. I was walking on the street with four other people (one of whom was a guy bigger than I am) and I was approached by this seemingly crazy guy saying, “I like the black music. Do you like the black music?” I tried to ignore him and shoe him away, but then he grabbed at my crotch and got a hold of my belt. Adrenaline kicked in and moving at a million miles a minute my brain thought about hitting him, decided better of it, and concluded the best move was just to put distance between us. So I shoved him. He staggered back about ten feet, and then started cursing at me, but we just kept walking. I realized about 30 seconds later that he had lifted my sun glasses in the process. Luckily they were from Target, so not a big loss for me. The other thing is that I had a random run in with an old friend on the streets of Barcelona. Who was it but none other than Tess Fenn! She recognized Andrea and I before we realized who she was. I guess we just weren’t expecting someone else from Minnesota to be there at that moment.