So I almost had to shank a B

So I was a victim to a failed pickpocket attempt. While this 17 year old was playing "imaginary soccer" with me, he pushed me hard enough for my hands to come out of my pockets. He then decided it would be a good idea to put his hand in the pockets America. And in typical American fashion I said, "Get the hell out" and grabbed my phone from his hands. Kids these days. You'd think they'd learned by now that its a bad idea to mess with people who bleed red, white and blue. Besides that Spanish classes have started. I have a crazy person for a teacher. Him and a classmate of mine shared a cigarette on a field trip down to the Market. Things like that make me realize how different this place is. My mama speaks crazy fast and none of us understand her but if she asks us a question, we all converse and answer back as one. I watched my first Barca game in Barcelona. We went to the "famous" Bar Sans and yelled at the TV with the 20 other Spaniards. Besides that seiestas es mi favoritos and Spanish people are asking me questions so my attempt to not look like a complete tourist is working, unlike Alex's roommate. I leave for London in 14 days and 22 hours. But I'm out. Adios. In case I don't make it back alive, its because I died from the Black Lung due to running around the city during Rush Hour. Disgusting.