BARCELONA: Beaches and Booze

DISCLAIMER: So I put this blog as private after random people kept on commenting on my shennanigans, which was starting to make me uncomfortable.  I made this blog for people who know me, who won´t judge me (too much) for my antics, and who know me well enough to know I´m not a drunken whore.  However, the blog did make me rethink my actions a little, and I think I´ve been enough of a biddy in Madrid-y.  Don´t worry, I´ll still be a drunken mess, but a little bit less likely to die here.  And no Naomi, this is not me growing up.  I´ll never do that.


DAY 14: BARCELONA BITCHEZ
After a grueling 9 hour night bus ride, we finally arriven in the beautiful city of Barcelona! The trip started off fairly badly, because we´re so used to being taken on trips rather than planning them on our own, so it took us like 15 minutes and a lot of yelling to find the metro.  But we got to our hostel (so many hippies) and immediately went to the beach.  Which was GORGEOUS.

After a lazy four hours at the beach, swimming and tanning and one unfortunate sand fight, we were starving.  Granted, it was only around 5 and Spanish dinners are normally closer to 9:30, so us going out that early was the start to a long evening. We went to the touristy center of Barcelona, which was so freaking pretty.  I have a thing for cities on the water.

Free champagne for the Americans!

Afterwards, we took a walk around the beautiful pier, made our personal photographer Rob Horn take enough pictures to get a prof pic out of the weekend, and went on some Marine ship.

Gotta love a man in uniform!

Then we started to drink, which is always the best part of the night.  The best bar, and probably my favorite concept for a bar EVER, was called Espit Chupitos.  500 different kinds of shots.  One, which I regret not making someone get, is called the Monica Lewinsky, and it comes out of a dildo.  We all ordered for each other, and I made Gaby get one called Semen Up, which is just as gross as it sounds.  I got the Satan, which tasted like teriyaki sauce.  Thanks Chelsea!

Super Cheap too!

After, we found the greatest bar in an alleyway called Yakuta, which had the GREATEST COCKTAILS for 4 euro.  Best mojitos and long island ice teas.  Also it had the same decor as a 70s porn loungs.  We stayed there for 3 hours and came back the next night.  After, we went to an Irish pub to meet up with people, then left because some people wanted to find another club.  It was around now when I started to just hate everyone.  I got annoyed with people fighting, and complaining about walking so far aimlessly, so I peaced the fuck out and had a great night´s sleep at the hostel! Oh, and there was that awkward moment when Chelsea and I were in the middle of changing in our room when we saw a random person sleeping in our room.  #hostelproblems.

DAY 15: BARCELONA AT ITS BEST
This day was infinetly more successful.  We went to the Sagrada Familia in the morning, which I have done no less than 6 projects in Spanish class about and therefore was the tourist destination I was most excited about in Europe.  We had a great hangover breakfast at a restaurant across the street, with actual eggs for breakfast (a rarity in Europe, I really miss TDR breakfasts).  Then we took a wonderful tour, and I geeked out.

Pictures really don´t do it justice



Then we walked around Las Ramblas, the touristy pier, and went to the most popular beach.  Oh, my main complaint about Barcelona: the people here are ASSHOLES. Like, some of the most rude people I´ve ever met, worse than people from new Jersey.  And the chldren are the worst! It´s like no one knows how to parent here, the kids just run wild, screaming and kicking everywhere.  God.  Anyways, we went home and had a nice siesta before going out at a normal dinner time.  We went to a fantastic place with the best mussels I have ever had, and some delicious scallop paella.

Then we started to drink!  For some reason, we weren´t feeling too original and went to yet another Ryan Bar, due to their extremely cheap drinks.  Here´s a fun/compromising picure!

Hi Grant.



Then when wandering the streets we found YAKUZA again!! It was fate.  Also we were pretty drunk by this point so we kind of freaked out.  At least the bartender recognized us!

How could he not?

And then came the best part of the night.  After a lot of walking and a lot of "I swear we´re almost there!" we found it.  The best bar in all of Barcelona.  ICE BARCELONA!!!  I´ll let the pictures do the talking.

Guys I look naked under the parka!

WE´RE GRINDING IN PARKAS!



 DAY 16: BUSSING FROM BARCELONA

Things happened that night that even though this is a private blog, people don´t need to hear about (landing strip!)  Needless to say, the next morning we were all hung over, dying, and dreading the 9 hour bus ride back.  All in all, it was a fantastic trip!