The Wonders of Galician design and architecture

"Josh. Tonight you get to experience the wonders of Galician design and architecture." I've worked out that when Daniele starts conversations praising the Spanish its probably because in reality the logic employed in the object of observation is practically non existent.

Luckily enough, before the wonders of Galician design and architecture were unleashed upon me, the wonders of drunk Russians in communist cars were. I must admit it was the fist time ever i have heard in the same sentence:
"Look, a Commie car!" and then "Look, he's also drunk!"
To be followed by everyone in the car watch this small, white, rust mobile swerve from one side of the road to the other and in turn shout: left, right and numerous expletives in different languages when it swerved from one side of the road to the other.

After managing to survive the joys of drunk drivers in communist cars, we ventured onto the Galician highway. I think slightly puzzled was my first reaction to what i saw. There were three lanes, no barriers and traffic going either way on the outside lanes whilst the middle lane stayed empty. This was soon explained to me when cars from both directions decided to move into the 'middle lane' and used it to over take the respective car in front of them. Um, slightly dangerous? So if i've got this right, apparently the whoever the heck designed the roads in Spain decided it would be a good idea to have a designated lane for overtaking, to be used by two different directions of traffic. Is it me or does this scream 'let's boost our highway death toll by a couple of thousand?'

Upon leaving the motorway we slowly worked our way through the city of Santiago and found ourselves in a multi storey car park. For some reason all the cars were parked every other one. Apparently some other bright spark in the Galician design department decided that to try and increase the capacity of the car park they would reduce each space by a few inches. This then leaves a certain multi storey car park with its capacity to hold cars, halved, as due to the width reduction no one can park next to each other. As previously noted. Logic equals none.

The purpose of our death, i mean road trip was to go and watch Harry Potter. This is something i have been psyching myself up for quite a considerably amount of time and nothing was going to get in my way, even a language barrier. This was probably a level of logic on par with Galician architects, and led to me sitting through two hours of being able to understand two words. Harry and Potter. The death trip was so not worth it.