Look Ma, I've Got a Stalker!

So I went to Barcelona last weekend.
Saw some really cool things.
Like the beach. Or more specifically, the Mediterranean Sea.

So gorgeous that I actually lost track of time and ended up missing Temple Sagrada Familia. Whoops (she says while secretly thinking it was quite worth it).

And Guell Parc ~ a recommendation from JL in fact. She was right. It could not be missed.

And it actually led to (what I consider) the most interesting story of the weekend.

I’d like to introduce you to Jorge (that’d be him in the little red circle).

I first met Jorge at the top of these stairs, where I wanted to take a picture. At first he was nice and able to keep up with my Spanish (or was it vice versa). Anyway, he seemed like a nice little old man. Until he started following me.

Yes, Barcelona gave me my very own stalker.

Standing at the top of those very stairs. I tried to shake him but he moved in closer. Asked me out for a beer, coffee, water. Anything. I said no to all of the above. He stepped in even closer. And then, he reached out and touched me. Literally. He reached out his grubby little hand and began stroking my arm and just as quickly, he moved to my back. So I took another step back. Right off the edge of those stairs I’d been so proud of conquering minutes before.

Maybe it was my willingness to throw myself down an insane amount of steps over going anywhere with him but Jorge backed off. Thank Goodness.

And that is my Barcelona story.