Its a long long long way from that shitty school i went to in Peakhurst. But thanks to that school, i made some real lifetime friends. They came for a visit in july to Barcelona and I showed them around over a few drunken nights.
First night i was apparently crawling around a dance floor and my finger got broke. But the bomb night was the friday night when we paid a 4am visit to the olympic swimming pool with 50 odd street beers in hand.
One of the homies Pete had just finished a loooonnngg hike 'the camino to santiago' were he walked from the south of france alllll across the north of spain finishing at the grand church in Santiago de compestela . The Way of St. James has existed for over a thousand years and it was one of the most important Christian pilgrimages during medieval times. The walk takes 30-35 days. When Pete arrived to Barcelona and saw all is good friends he was throwing his body deep into hell of the top diving board at the olympic pool. In the process he busted his shorts and got a red raw ass . . . there was also some funny Scottish girls that we met on the way to the pool, one of them froze when she was climbing the fence and everyone had to jump up and literally help her over . . .