Viva Espana

Well, I am officially in Spain. My bus got in at 6 in the morning, after a 15 hour trip crammed into seats I think may be smaller than airplane accommodations. Much to say I didn't get a whole lot of sleep. Just a couple little cat naps here and there. But I was riding next to a guy from Barcelona the whole way here which was amusing. He would try to speak English, I would try to speak Spanish. We both butchered the languages thoroughly.
One here I decided I would rather walk to my hostel than take the metro, just because I am half asleep and my little Spanish was diminishing with every passing minute. There was also the fact that it was 6 am and no chance I would be able to check in when I got there, so why hurry. Makes you appreciate the cleanliness that is France though. Every third block or so the corners would smell rank and rotten. Eventually I did make it there though, still freakishly early for any check in. But the people that work here are awesome.
They guy who checked me in spoke impeccable English, though he seemed pleased that I was trying some phrases in Spanish. He gave me a pass to the luggage room to drop off all my stuff, and called upstairs to the common room so that they would let me in an hour before they opened. Just so I would be, "more comfortable waiting" as he put it, and with the free internet access card.
And then there is the kitchen staff who let me slip in. They came over, asked where I was from, and offered to serve me breakfast early and to personally bring me a cafe Americana. I had to pass though, all I really want to do is kill the next couple hours til I can check in and take a nap. So as lame as that will be, I do intend on spending my first several hours in Barcelona sleeping.