HELD UP AT GUN POINT ON THE METRO!

Okay, fine, that's a lie.

We all know how I like to get dramatic from time to time.

But, I mean, it might as well have been that!

You see, with not even two weeks in to this world traveling of mine, my cell phone was stolen by the Barcelonian thieves!

Oh, they got me good.

And I can tell you exactly when it happened.

Well, I guess not exactly when, otherwise I would have pulled out my ninja karate skills and prevented it all from happening.

Anyway, stay with me here.

We just got done watching the F.C. Barcelona soccer game.

{Amazing. 46 euro/person. Totally worth it.

And this is all coming from someone who has never watched a soccer game in her life.}

We were on the metro, headed back to the "flat," and I was on my phone playing Solitaire when we suddenly had to get off that line and jump over to a different metro line.

So I put my phone in my over-the-shoulder purse and zip it up! I think.

Then, the rest of the way home, I was standing next to The Dizzle.

We get back, I open my purse, and shadoobie - - It's gone!

I couldn't believe it!

I was sure I had been so careful to not let this happen.

And I mean, really, standing next to this tough black guy and someone still has the balls to reach in my bag?!

Well, I never...

So that's that.

I'm phone-less.

I suppose it's really not that big of a deal seeing as I had no phone service or anything.

But...Instagram! Twitter! Facebook!

How will I go on?!

The Dizzle was sweet and linked my email and Twitter account to his phone so I could use it in the meantime if need be.

I'm thinking about maybe trying to buy another unlocked phone or something out here, but we'll see.

Don't worry, I still love you Barcelona.

I just don't love your Barcelonian Thieves.

...

xoxo