Halloh

Ale, Mika, Amelia and I, being the beautiful Amerikanerinnen we are, attract a lot of attention from foreign men everywhere we go.
Today we got to Barcelona and pretty much went straight to the beach. We showed up in our modest one pieces laid out our towels and got ourselves some vitamin D. We looked around and SURPRISE it was a topless beach. Boobs everywhere. Got to love Europe. We had been up since 3 in the morning and we spent about 6 hours laying, reading, tanning and sleeping. It was threatening to rain so we decided it was time to walk back to the hostel. Literally the moment we stood up though, there were Spanish men around us. Two of them ran into the water in front of us shouting "Halloh, Halloh". We got out of there as soon as possible.
We went back to the hostel and decieded to get pretty, something we had not done since arriving on this continent. We all showered, put on pretty clothes, did each others makeup and did our hair so it was the perfect mix of messy, elegant and natural.
Dinner had to be the Hard Rock Cafe for two reasons
1) Ale needed a shirt
2) It has American food. We needed some of that.
We got there after a few mishapped directions, mostly originating from Ale s seriously flawed Spanish. We sat down at our table and ordered burgers. They arrived and we downed them. You would have thought we were some sort of starving children who had been surviving on bread for the past 6 weeks.
Then a live band came on stage. Turned out it was the 39th anniversary of the Hard Rock Cafe Barcelona. WOW! So they had a live band there. Our table happened to be directly to the bands right. They played some brilliant classic rock and we started dancing in our seats and such. The singer noticed us. Mostly he noticed Amelia. There was not a verse of a single song when he didnt glance at our table and make eye contact with someone. He liked us a lot. Then he started to get more forward. He took a drink from his beer bottle and stared at us the whole time, I am pretty sure he winked at Amelia. Like I said he liked her.
The band finished the set and the singer went out for a smoke rather than coming and talking to us. Well you know what buddy, your loss! He was like 40 and not very attractive anyway. We were way out of his league.
After that we went to a huge plaza and took lots of hot pictures. Facebook profilers for sure. We were posing and two men on the bench next to us thought we were trying to seduce them. They started cat calling and whistling. We realized we were probably putting ourselves in a bad situation and headed out of there.
But not before yelling at them,
"Halloh"