CARCASSONE AND BARCELONA

Hello, this is ben and I am writing this from our hotel room before we leave. I have my feet propped up because I banged one on a rock and twisted the other one funny and I think I sprained it . Ouch. Oh,have to go ,we’re going to Barcelona. YAY!!!!

A FEW HOURS AND ALOT OF GRIPING LATER.....
Ahhh... finally we have reached our campground, and when we stopped at our parking spot (YES THE VAN STORY WAS FAKE TRUST ME ,I HATED THE VERY IDEA OF THE VAN-WAS-STOLEN STORY,TO PROVE IT A PICTURE OF THE VAN IS INCLUDED)Our campground is filled with stray cats who try too hard to look cute. mom just fed one.Though this place is far away from the city its close to the beach......dunno ‘bout going tonight though,it ‘s starting to get late.Mom and Dad met some fellow campers from England,and then they had some ginatonics( gintonic?ginetonic?gin-a-tonic?)but did not get drunk.Before I go here ‘s a legend about Carcassone :
Once a time lord Carcass became a carcass.Lady Carcass was in charge. Then Charlemange began a seige against Carcassone. The people began to starve.So Lady Carcass came up with a plan ; she took the last of the rare corn and feed it to a pig. Then she threw it off the wall.It spatted the corn everywhere and seeing the village had enough food the feed the pigs like that, the soldiers gave up. sweet dreams about splattering pigs, I mean butterflys
signing off; ben dane