In Europe, brown people own the Internet Cafés

Barcelona is damp and humid, smelling of rain and sweat. It´s 4:30 in the morning to my body and I´m dragging everything I need over the next ten days around train stations, airports, and bus terminals. For the type of area that usually exists around a bus station, this is actually quite nice. I think I can find a decent breakfast among what is open on a deserted Good Friday.