First Impressions From a Tired Traveler

What do I say in the fourteen minutes of computer time from my hostal? Especially when I´m trying to figure out a european keyboard?!!ç

I´ve made it to my hostal in Barcelona. I haven´t slept in...what? 27 hours? I´m ready for bed now, but in keeping with some excellent advice from my previous trip abroad, i´m trying to stay awake until a decent bedtime. i´m thinking nine pm sounds good...and that in España (that actually have a key for ñ here!!) España, the country of all night partying! My impression of Barcelona so far has been a train ride from the aeropuerto through ramshackle highrise apartment buildings, each with its rows of green awnings. They look tired and dirty, like how i feel. The region is dry and lacking in vegetation. There are mountains all around in the distance. So far nothing glamorous, but I suppose even Europe isn´t all castles and palaces and olive groves.

So far, as far as I can tell, I´ve only heard Castillian spanish, no catalan, though I´ve seen it on signs. And I´ve heard British, French, German, and a few unidentifiable languages. i´m rather surprised i havent heard more catalan, from all that i´ve read of its resurgence in the region since franco. But, perhaps I have heard it, but haven´t realized it. I suppose I´ll need to venture beyond the tourist districts to really hear it.