My dear mother just can't seem to "get" the fact that I've lived in a big city all my life. She was there in LA with me until she came to Barcelona 10 years ago.
Mom: "So be sure to keep your keys, and your ID and your money in your pockets. Don't keep anything of value in your purse..."
My eyes are rolling, and I've completely tuned her out - I've heard this before. Besides, I've navigated New York City at 3am. Hell, I've taken the bus in LA at 2am (which is much sketchier than NYC - by far).
Mom: "did you hear what I just said?"
Me: "yeah - so I should keep everything in my purse, that way my jeans will be completely streamlined with no bulges indicating which pockets have things in them... that way, if any perve or pickpocket comes up to me, they can cop a feel, unobstructed!"
I think she got the point.
Then I was off to visit my friend Mick down in El Born. I had a map - but tried not to use it. We got a bottle of cheap 0,94 euro wine (take that, 2 buck chuck!) We played ping pong in Ciutadela park. We got the janky chewed-up table no one else wanted to play on. It just made the game more fun. That park is awesome. I wish I lived closer to it.
Barcelona can be way fun. Today was a great day. forgot my phone at Mick's - so no pictures... sigh. next time