obviously

miei cari, I am in the hostel in Barcelona. Gaborno is waiting for Mario to answer back and perhaps meet later tonight, unless he collapses.In any case, we did a lot, including getting sun burnt (can hardly walk). And we started betting on the nationality of the people we see on the streets. We started with a guy after the radioead concert. The guy had all sort of tags of drinks hanging from his jeans. Gaborno and I see him, then a taxi passes by and the guy, pissed drunk like hell, says something in pure English accent - including "chap". So where does a completely drunk guy come from, when he is hanging out in Spain and shouting at taxi drivers? England. Obviously.
Let´s see what happens.
ciaociao