Minutes after the assault:

So, Kate and I are sitting in the house with the windows wide open listening to Dixie Chicks when we heard a most peculiar sound. We sprang up to see what was the matter when we witnessed two men dragging a huge yellow metal barrier (used on our street for the road construction) to corner a man in his car from driving away. The man in the white car was reversing down the road (the wrong way) to get away from the two men with the barrier and smashed into a dumpster, cars, and finally scraped against a construction trailer before stopping. The two men ran up and started yelling at the man in the car as the man in the car was throwing the finger (yep it’s pretty universal) and then he ran the barrier off the road and took off. While this is happening there is a young girl on the corner who is on the phone talking adamantly about something (you know it was in really fast Spanish so Kate and I were like what?). So, the man in the car is on the move down a one way street the wrong way and one of the men on foot is trailing him closely. The man in the car is then cornered because there are unsuspecting drivers driving down the road the correct way. He finally gets out of his car and throws a white purse at the man trailing him (meanwhile the man on foot is screaming God knows what). While this is happening the young girl is crying on the corner and we’re watching from above along with everyone else in the neighborhood. The foot men return the purse to the crying girl who is still on the phone. We then see her act out exactly what took place to the men who helped her get her purse back. So, this is what we think happened (from her acting it out, some of the Spanish we heard, and the account we saw/heard from the baker to the cops); the young girl was on her cell phone walking down the street we live off of when she had her purse yanked off her shoulder by a crazy man who drives a small white 2 door car. We believe he jumped out of the car, since she was on the phone and not paying attention, and robbed her and then jumped in the running car and took off when the two good Samaritans ran to her rescue. They then had no way to stop the car except to use the road barriers and themselves as road blocks. All in all they got the purse back, but the asshole got away. Kate and I have decided we need to up our skills in the neighborhood watch because if we would have known who the bad guy was we could have launched something out the window to hinder his flight, but since we hadn’t a clue what the Hell was going on we did nothing but watch. You know the Po Po didn’t show up for like 20 minutes, guess it’s the same in every country! Just another night in the hood!

Pubcrawl

So, I have like a third job now working for a pubcrawl that goes to 4 bars and a night club. When Kate, Annie, and I first got here we got coaxed (not too hard) into participating in the Smashed pubcrawl (my competitor). We started at Travel Bar and went to 4 other bars and the club Sunset at the port. All I’m going to say is our hostel amigos Ian and Scott came with us and there were drinking games, whipped cream, and Kate ended up in a sprinkler! Gotta luv my new job! The first day I started I was stationed at Kabul Hostel to recruit the people staying there to join the pubcrawl for that night. Let me tell you how easy my job is…I walk up to groups of travelers (mostly men, not on purpose but it’s how it is) and ask them if they want to come drink with me and have a great time. Needless to say, I usually talk most everyone in to coming. From what I’ve seen on most nights we have between 15-70 people and it usually depends on the weather and if there is a futbol game on or not. If there is a huge match being played that night we sometimes cancel the crawl because everyone here in Europe is obsessed with futbol. Let me tell a few stories from pubcrawl madness. Ok, so there was a group of about 15 Australian boys around lets say 19 years old and they decided that they were going to fight all the British guys because they had nothing better to do. The fight started at the second bar called Arena and he Ausi boys decided they would start pushing the Brits, well the Brits weren’t having it so they started back (meanwhile there was a shady bum type guy watching the entire ridiculous fight and waiting for his opportunity to pick pocket them) and the whole thing lasted about two seconds because they all realized they had no wallets! Another time I called Kate and told her she had to come to the 3rd bar, Ryan’s, because there were a bunch of hot guys buying me drinks and I needed a wing-girl. She came and we all drank and one of the guys was talking about how he really liked the huge VollDamm beer bottle that was on display on the bar. As the crawl was leaving to shove off to the last pub, The Green Room, dude grabbed the huge bottle and shoved it under his shirt (it is like as tall as my leg so it wasn’t well hidden) and left the bar. We were all hammered so I thought it was comical until I realized we still had 2 more places to go and nowhere to put it. I decided to hide the huge bottle in a bush that was on my way home so I could get it when I left the nightclub. We went to the last bar and nightclub and then Kate called it a night and went home. As I left the club I ran over to the bush with our prize in it and it was gone! I knew it wasn’t the boys because I ditched them while they were walking back to Kabul. I walked in the casa and there on the table was the bottle! Kate had taken a taxi home and told the guy to stop while she ran out and stuck her hand in this huge plotted plant (the taxi driver was like wtf) and she pulled out the bottle and jumped back in the cab.
Flyering here in BCN is like joining some sort of social club. The same people work on the same streets passing out flyers to whatever pub, restaurant, nightclub, or pubcrawl they’re promoting.

Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday I walk down the same streets and give besos (side kisses for those of you who aren’t European) to everyone and ask about their night and make small talk and then go on to my spots. There are some people who I really like such as the guy who flyers for Sugar (the bar next to SubRosa and is owned by the same people) who always gives me beers or good gossip or offers the weed he’s smoking on the street and then there are people that I won’t even give a side glance at like the British chic who always tells people our pubcrawl sucks and hers is better. I would like to grab her by her British hair and well we’ll leave it at I can’t stand her. If you get a chance, download Kate Nash’s “Foundations,” and you can hear the way this chic talks. Every night I work I swear we have a new person working and most people only last that night and they quit, it’s really funny because it’s so easy and good money if you’re personal. Last night a British chap named Brennan started and hopefully he stays because he’s cool and looks a lot like Jared Leto so he’s bringing in the “birds,” as he calls them or female patrons to be politically correct. Tonight (Saturday) I raced home from Costa Brava to make sure that I had time to shower and get to work by 7:30pm. I actually made it and was only like 5 minutes late, went out and was working hard when one of the dudes I work with came and told me the crawl was off! I walked down to Malpaso, our first bar, and asked what the deal was. Francesca said that the crawl was called off because of all the drama going on behind the scenes.

Here’s a rundown or the drama in a nutshell; we flyer at Kabul Hostel before we send everyone out to the streets and this guarantees at least some people (if I work Kabul then there are mass dudes…duh) and if no one come (when Dan the half stupid Swedish guy works) then it is harder for us to have the 30 people necessary for a proper crawl. The owner of Kabul was letting Dan and me up on the weekdays and Saturday to talk up the crawl and I was having a blast doing it, but not he’s decided he’s starting his own crawl and so he’s talking shit about ours to the people staying at Kabul. Also, Dan is quitting and starting his own crawl that is exclusively in Irish pubs. He has asked me to flyer on the beach during the week but since I’m a business woman I’m going to tell Richard, my boss, about Dan’s proposal and see if he’ll let Kate and I flyer for him for more money! I’ll let you know how this all pans out. Anyways, it’s like high school but with much bigger people. It’s great!

Update: You know how I do...got the job on the beach! Tanning and getting paid! Luv Life!