Well wow guys, I seem to be quite the jet-setter or not, depending upon what you believe. I dont know what to do to prove that this is IN FACT me. And what events are, IN FACT true.
(no James, there is no consipracy, but thank you for playing.)
But whatever! Boys will be boys. And ice cream melts too fast. The world goes round. I'm fine with it. So to make up for confusion and blah blah blah, PICTURES!
From my trip to Spain over the holidays.
The airport in Germany. Which is exactly how you would picture it. Schnitzl. Meat hanging from the walls, and the airport resembled Ikea to a T(Tee? Tea. Sure). I was there, in all 8 hours, 5 of them were spent on people movers.
The view of a building from my apartment in Barcelona. John and I were trying to come up with a WWWAD(What Would Wes Andersen Do?) scenario to someday film, either with or for him. What a dream,
Here I am making spaghetti for all of our baby skaters (Mute Team and ISuck) who came over for grub after a hard days skate.
John and I on the metro, going to find the mecca of skate spots. As you can see, you are doing a great job of looking out the window and scoping it all out....
Me holding up the Arc De Triomf. I touched it! A very important moment in my life.
Shortly after, John and I stumbled across what we thought was an indoor zoo. Turns out it was taxidermy, Which was even better. We spent way too much time talking about what animal we would be. I was a very rare skeleton, shown above. John was a sloth.
Here is what Spain looks like at night during the holidays.
Apparently, they dont have potted plants over there. This is the alternative.
And last but not least, a photo I took of John on the subway.