So Thursday night I got two hours of sleep and then myself and all of my flatmates but Marshall (who had a different flight) went to the airport, it was about an hour away from where we live so we needed to take a night taxi and a bus.
Once in the airport we went though customs and I got to hear Mark and Brandon do “Jerky Boys” impressions, haven’t heard the CDs but they seem hilarious, you tube ‘em. Anyhow we meet up with three of the six girls coming along. Katie, Tess and another girl.
So we go on Ryan Air and then once in Spain we have another hour bus ride to get to Barcelona and to get to our hostel. The first thing you notice when you are in Spain is that you feel a lot safer in a Spanish vehicle as they drive on the same side of the road as we do in America, its relaxing.
Oh and before we could get on that bus we needed to go through customs, that was fun. My Spanish is horrible, three years of Spanish for nothing. I should have paid attention in class. Senora Dirta and Forster would be so upset with me.
Anyhow so we arrive in Barcelona and then need to get on the tube to where we are staying and everything is in Spanish. George, who by now is known as the great navigator because he can always get everywhere seemed to even had trouble as we tried to figure out how to get from point A to point B on the tube since it all was in Spanish. We met a dude from Texas or New Mexico or something who knew Spanish and ironically was staying at the same hostel as us so he was a big help and a lot of fun to party with later in the night.
Getting our tube passes was a riot. The lady was so frustrated as we tried to order three day passes, “Tres dias” lol… She hated our guts, we all couldn’t order right and halve of us got the wrong thing. Luckily I ended up getting the right one which makes up for my pass being eating by the machine in a few days.
So soon we got to the Hostel.
Barcelona Dream, that’s the name of the hostel. It was a lot nicer than the one in Liverpool as the internet was free and the 12 of us (Myself, Jay, Mark, Marshall, George, Brandon and a group of six girls) all ended up in the same room. So we check in, put our bags in our closets and lock them and then go out to get lunch. Its about 1:00pm by now.
Lunch was a disaster. Kate, who is a vegetarian and also has worse luck than me tried ordering vegetarian food and got lamb. My hamburger was barely cooked and the food came late… The waitress hated us all… But on the bright side the food was cheaper than in America and so was the beer. Hip-hip hooray for that.
Anyhow so we soon go to the grocery market, get buckets, ice and a couple cases of beer. We go back to the hostel and meet up with Marshall and the other girls, get in our swim stuff and walk to the beach.
We have a great time. Not too hot, not too cold. This beach is small and there are very few people on this particular one. We all sit around on the beach and drink some Astrella Damm or some kind of beer that tastes strangely like American Light and all get shitty.
Myself and some went into the Mediterranean sea. It was really cold but refreshing. It was weird… No sun lotion needed and the sand wasn’t hot yet the astrosphere wasn’t too cold. It was like perfect.
So as we chilled out on the beach soon someone pointed out that their was a group of five airplanes doing loops in the air and stunts. They were obviously practicing but it was an amazing show.
So we all started to get shitty as we started drinking at like 3 or 4pm if not earlier. Soon some Spanish guys were doing flips and we went over and took a video of them doing the flips with promises of putting it on You Tube. Anyhow, I tried doing a flip and failed… Good times…
So we go back to the hostel, shower, get ready for the night and then go out to down town Barcelona. We scout out the night clubs and buy cans of beer on the street as we walk and find places to drink. I’m pretty drunk by now.
Barcelona is insane… So many people out partying… People with facepaint on the streets dressed as shadows (and one of the girls in the group made out with one of these statues, I’ll keep her name hush hush so not to embarrass her more than she was).
Anyhow so we all find this nice bar and sit outside, get served beers and I start to fall asleep…. And keep waking up. So I finally pass out a lil and someone buys me a red bull and everything is okay.
It wasn’t so much that I was too drunk but it was the fact I only slept two hours the night before and could not sleep on the flight because I was in the middle seat and couldn’t get comfortable. So I was tired. Anyhow we all walked to a night club and the manager said I couldn’t go in (in Spanish) so I was told not to, we go and look for other night clubs to no luck and come back. I’m wearing an American Eagle T-shirt that’s brown and white and looks the same inside out or normal. I decide to take it off since I have a t-shirt on and try and get in the club with the white t-shirt anyhow the girls told me to just turn my shirt inside out and being drunk I did.
So we went to get back in the night club and I just about did before they told me no. I honestly don’t think I was that drunk, it was more that I was tired and initially was told no. Anyhow, Marshall said he was tired as well so him and I headed back over the tubes and went into the Barcelona Dream at 2am… The tubes closed and everyone else had a bunch of trouble getting home that night, some not getting home to 6am.
Also before we went out my tube card was eaten by the machine… Which was a pain. I tried talking to someone the next day but they didn’t understand English so I had to spend 10 euros to get a new pass (like 13 dollars or something like that).
Anyhow, if the first day was a mix between the beach and drinking the following day… Saturday was me being the biggest possible fucking tourist and having one of the best days of the entire trip and I can honestly say that I 100% did not get drunk (though I did get buzzed).
But seeing how it is 11:58, Saturday and Sunday of the trip will need updated tomorrow or the next day. I also actually need to update up to the current day before Thursday night because I’m going to Scotland to see Nessy and Caitlin Coast. So, Wed I have to work on a project but am going to try and get Saturday done and then Thursday I’ll try and get the rest of the week done.
Then I’ll update about Scotland and try and get more regular updates and talk about British culture. Adios… (That is Spanish btw).
Also, in my next update I’m going to give a good fortay into Spanish culture as we really got out their and experienced it on Saturday with a bunch of tourism and talking to locals… I’ll tell you about the words I had to use and what I learned!
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