France? CRAP... now everything I say is in Spanish!

So I got on the first train out of Spain. Target destination is Greece but first stop is Marseille, FRANCE. What a fucking hell hole. This is one dirty disgusting place. Lot's of cool stuff to paint... so I'll try my best to stick tight for a few days and whip out some more art to be destroyed. Anyhow my feet are fucked. So many blisters and now a rash. I think I might buy some new shoes today with more ventilation or maybe just poke some holes in mine. I'll see how it goes. So far Spain is my favorite European country besides Holland. That said... Holland is expensive. Spain is very cheap. So obviously I chose Spain.

Breakin into Dali's Casa

Well I had quite a freak out. I think I caught a little cabin fever mix that with tequilla and trouble arises. I was looking for a friend's art studio. And an old lady led me to the church instead. I lost it, laid on the alter and started to let it all out. An alter boy tapped me on the shoulder and said "You can't cry here." This disturbed me and actually made me a little angry. I realized I'm sick of Dali and this place is Dali's place not mine. I had 6 surreal paintings I had done over the past 4 weeks. I went to the beach in the center of town and destroyed them screaming "No more Dali!" I threw a painting at some tourist reading the Dali sign near by. It was quite a spectacal and word of craziness travels fast. I had already decided to try my darnest to get into Dali's house. I offered the Security guard 300 bucks to let me look around. He refused. That was not cool and Dali himself would have gone in anyway so I did. I jumped the stone wall and stealthily strolled the grounds of his garden. I took the highest rock from the garden and threw it into the sea. I then hid my business card in a special place for any friends visiting to find. On my way out I noticed the back door was open so I entered Dali's house. I was stopped immediately by the guard I saw earlier. A very respectable official told me I should probably leave town. I told him I was looking for an Apartment. He told me it probably wasn't a good idea. So I got on the first bus out of town.