Barcelona again

So I made it to Barcelona with little trouble. Well, sort of haha. I wound up sitting on the plane (an aer lingus one, again) with a beautiful blonde Irish girl. When she started trying to talk to me and ask me what I was doing that night, etc., I ignored her and pretended I was asleep a few times, but when that didnt work I told her I was meeting my ¨girlfriend.¨The last thing I need is to get involved with another beautiful blonde I just met on an Aer Lingus flight to a foreign country. She might have been the one - who knows? Right now I´m just too jaded and tired of dealing with women to even find out.
So, anyway, made it to my hotel where on the way an old lady hit me with her bag as I was walking down the street. Apparently I have the look of a Spanish mugger with my light brown hair and giant backpack on my back. Maybe she could just tell I was American and wanted to pretend I´m Geroge Bush like everyone else I´ve met in Spain seems to think. I never will understand why Americans, no one else, just Americans, are hated because of the acts of a single politician. Do I pretend everyone is the socialist wimp they elected after the Madrid train bombings bc the Spanish people would rather surrender to Islamic terrorism than face reality and stand up for their way of life and freedoms?? Anyway, I digress...
So I managed to get on a night train to Santiago de Compostela via Madrid tonight. Had to pay 43 euros bc they basically only give you discounts on tickets with your rail pass which is supposed to guaruntee you the right to board any train in Europe... sigh. I guess its not too bad though, bc I´ll be sleeping in a couchette on the train so it saves me from having to get a hostel or hotel.
So, I have about 4 hours before I need to make my way back to the train station, so I think I may go visit the Picasso museum and look at some wierd stuff.
Just pray for me that I somehow can make it in one hour and a half (if everything is on time) for my connection in Madrid from one Madrid station to another. I´m trying to be confident, but with my luck, I might be spending the evening in Madrid tonight. We´ll see.