It is 05:42 in the morning.

Not only am I recovering from a cold/flu that kept me inside the hostel for two days in Barcelona, but i have been woken up about eight times by potentially funny but more likely idiotic drunk people.

I went to sleep in the hope that i would get at least 7 hours, seeing as I am flying out today to Israel, but alas that hasn't happened. I have reached the four and half month sarcastic stage where i am run down and for once my body cannot fight it. So i have gotten sick and am cranky about it.

In increasingly exciting news i did go to the pharmacy and I'm on cold and flu tablets.

Luckily though, i chose to stay in bed sleeping all day rather than going out to see Barcelona. I will admit that i have seen barely anything of this city but somehow i am okay with that. I think when you travel you make a choice about your priorities. In this case i chose my health and so it simply leaves me with a city that i will definitely come back to.

In case you are wondering, i did manage to buy myself a pair of 40 euro earings in a random splurge of events.

I have also noticed that this post has been written in a journalistic style and I am not quite sure how that came about. I think therefore that i shall leave you all now and try to turn this nightmare into a funny anecdote (spelling).