Just when I think nothing interesting is happening in Spain, the mierda hits the fan.

Peter and I went with our friends Julia and Gal to see a movie, but wound up getting lost and eating Chinese food instead. Then we bought Spanish candy. Candy here is amazing, they have all these types of gummies and licorice. But that's not the point. We went to get on the metro and... we were attacked by little girls. I cannot stress the absolute truth of this story enough. We were waiting for the train eating candy. This gang of little girls, like 10 years old, comes in and they're graffiti-ing the walls and punching each other. Then they see the candy and start shrieking "Porfa, dame un dulce!" and then they started lifting up my friends' dresses. So Julia gives then some gummies, and they don't quit. Finally the train gets there. The girls follow us and surround us, and they all start yelling and pulling on the candy bag and pushing us. The bag rips open and candy spills all over the floor. Then we all run to the other side of the metro car, and they stay and pick up the candy. It made me sad, because I was thinking, Oh, these little girls must not get candy very often. But when the train stopped, they ran to the door by us and pelted us with floor candy, screaming "Porfa, porfa" and laughing evilly. Then, right when the doors were closing one of them, the meanest littlest crosseyed one, spat right on Peter's face, and on like four other people in the way. THEN, as the train was pulling away they were banging on the side yelling, and when I turned around they flipped me off.

No one on the train with us even reacted. It was like they were in denial.