Ryan Air was our extremely cheap puddle-jumping airline, that transports you from city to city quicker then the any train would. I have never flown this airline before, and I will never again, because I swear the plane was made out of foam. Covered in yellow plastic, and filled with sardine'd young adults who were just as cheap as us. Within the last moments of our flights, James who closest to the window, says under his breath, "Dude, I think we are coming in way to fast". BASHHHHEEERRRPP.

      Now, I am not sure how airlines arrive in Europe, but I could swear that your body isn't supposed to be jarred back and fourth upon landing with the seatbelt digging into your hip and your hands sore from squeezing the armrest.

      Our new city was Valencia in the country of Espana (Spain) and it was noticeably smaller then Barcelona, probably because we were able to skate the entire city centre within an hour. Reflecting back, going to this city was quite a gamble, because I just naturally assumed there were skate spots there. My rational was that if Barcelona is a skateboarding wonderland, what makes Valencia any different?

      Like clockwork, we got misdirected on the bus and speedily departed realizing were a couple miles away from our hotel. "Maybe we will be able to see some spots", I thought positively as I stare down the busy street.

      I thought our bad luck had returned, after our walk we found nothing skateable. Then Daryl and Derek randomly meet a local skate photographer named Jason and coincidently just happened to be walking by. Everyone was extremely tickled and we discover that only 25 steps from our hotel is the gap to upward ledge that Stephan Janowski has his Etnies noseblunt photo on.

      Meeting Jason was a blessing because he knew all the spots, and we ended up skating with him in Valencia for the rest of the night. And some added flavor, Jason had a little blond girlfriend named Senta, who joined us on venturing around the city. She was quite adorable, and talked a whole lot. The best quote I've heard on this entire trip came from her, "I don't want to sound like a dork, but have you guys ever heard of MySpace." Haha, little do you know, sweetheart.

      The insanely humid morning after James and I have a slight accident with a full bottle of orange juice and chose to fix it with a hotel towel. Knowing what we had done, James and I sheepishly left first hoping to avoid any authoritive confrontations. As we walk down the stairwell we hear a shout, "What the fuck is this?" We instantly look at each other and smile as if we committed murder and are in the middle of knowing we're getting away with it.

"The towel is all yellow, I cannot reuse this!" Daryl and Derek (who by the way have no idea what James and I did) are so confused, and with their eyebrows tweaked and exhales of relief, Daryl mutters, "That dude is insane, lets get the fuck out of here."

      Out newest travel buddy, Derek's sister; Julia was kinda tagging along on some of our destinations, and was nice from the first impression I got. It was pleasant having a 23-year old attractive girl around, and she added a sweet voice to any conversation. We all seemed happy to flirt with her, and she seems content to receive it.

      But, truth be told, from 1 week of contact I concluded that Julia is a very dependent person, in an independent body. Which means, she lives on her own, has a college degree, great job and lives independently. But I get the feeling as if her parents overly cater to her, and give in to whatever she requests. Understandably, all parents love their kid, and would do virtually anything for them. And agreeably, I am hardly one to talk knowledgably about the parental side of the parent / kid relationship, but with Julia I felt as she was always testing the limit, which seem irritating because it was taking advantage of her parents love. Ahhh, a simple way to categorize her for all the skaters reading this, she is the type that would date a jock who was in a frat. And still knowing all this, it's ironic, because it didn't stop me from trying to kiss her one night. Hey, why not?

      One incident during our long train ride to Barcelona, she got a little to comfortable with us during our routine gigolo talk about girls. Interruptedly, she blurted out with considerable thirst, "Yeah, I just want to have a crazy one night stand, what does a girl have to do?" Each of us, as if we had robotic necks, slowly rotate our heads to a wide-eye gaze at her in amazement, while Daryl quickly raised his hand to fulfill her request for participation. She looks at us, like what she said shouldn't shock us. Understandably, we all know its natural for girls to think sexual, that's no secret. But since none of us watch Sex in the City, we were quite suprised when our ears were pierced with this unfamiliar female outburst. Should we have been drinking mimosas at a morning brunch with Sarah Jessica Parker?

Then we hear over the train intercom "Next stop: Sants Estacio".