amen to shit

Barcelona week three. my feet hurt because i keep wearing my gray doc martins to work and they are not as comfortable as a regular pair of Adidas. yesterday i went to a Martin Parr exhibition titled souvenirs. here are some photos.

then after i went to a terrace to have a drink with some new friends and some girls. then after it started to rain, i went home and people left on their motos. during the beers i felt tired. not sure if it was because i felt lazy to listen to uninteresting spanish things or because i was tired in a serious way. after being home for a couple of minutes i met another similarly close to me depressed friend and had beers with him in a semi fancy place and ate french fries. while eating the chips i noticed that i hogged mostly all of the sauce and felt selfishly bad about this. we talked about a lot of weird things and ended the conversation closely in front of my house with a lesson on the one hundred breaths of meditation. so far i feel the good and comfortable.