This year, with work, Les Fat Jones and 2 Skinnee J's, I was too busy to really pay attention, and was caught by surprise when the streets were suddenly hot and crowded. As I cycle to work, I now need to bring a change of shirt. By the time I reach my destination, the one I wear on my bike looks like I fell into a swimming pool. (Too sexy? Too sexy!)
And this weekend brings a particular brand of tourist: the hipster festival-goer.
Yellow wristbands abound as people from around the continent flock to Barcelona to see Primavera Sound, a Pitchfork and Vice approved musical extravaganza.
Meanwhile, the country continues to fall apart. Sales are down, unemployment is up and the banks are in serious trouble, as is the currency they stock. Said visitors were greeted at the airport today by a literal mess.
The cleaning staff is on strike, not only refusing to clean, but actively dumping trash throughout the terminals.
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