Eurotrip, day 18

We almost missed check-out time, but there was a cheaper hostel in the next street, so we left the luggage and started walking around. We beat half of the city, then watched a profesional break-dance group (better than the kids in Krakow) begging for money, and then split. The Slovenians took the hard mission of static observation of weirdos, and Frederic and I went for the hills. Long day, nice places, and a savage destruction night at the hostel. Hooray for the salespersons at La Rambla!

We drank BALTIKA!!