Before we start, I just want to let you all know one thing: we are the Cheetah Girls. Now that we have that cleared up, we can talk about BARCELONAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. First of all, we met up with Ronnie!!! AHHHHHH that was probably what we were both looking forward to the most here fo sho. I mean, I need more than just Rafa in my pictures haha. We got there so much earlier than her on Saturday that we decided to wander a bit after resting. We ended meeting up with Primo, who’s studying here this semester, in Plaza Catalunya and he took us down La Rambla to the statue of Cristobál Colón pointing to the Americas. I kinda got flashbacks as we walked, esp down La Rambla, and I think I even remembered where I lived for the first week when I was here! It was funny cause I would randomly remember and kinda go back in time. Overland 2006, ftw! Everything is kinda as I remember it, though I def didn’t know where I was going a lot of the time. But metro stops and random places, I just recognized.
So we had always heard about the famous Barcelona nightlife, which starts at 1am and doesn’t stop until 7 or later. Luckily we were there on Saturday so the metro ran all night, and Rafa and I just had to go out. Originally Ronnie was gonna come too, but she had a horribly long day traveling and decided to sleep instead. Good choice—I always vote sleep over movement. BUT anyway we were drinking in the common room and this group of French guys invited us over to drink with them, and we talked a bit (they didn’t speak that much English haha). One of them started playing the guitar, which was AWESOME. Guitar=amazing. Later we ended up running into Primo and company in the metro on our way to meet them at the club, which was great cause we didn’t really know where we were going (and neither did they, actually). One of the girls, Belky, asked these Spanish people if we could follow them to the club lol, so we were so set. It was a super fun night! We did stay out til 5, 7 is just a little too much for me. But we danced a bunch, got in for free (my new fav word) cause we knew a promoter (named Michael Jordan, I KID YOU NOT), and random stuff happened. There was a runway show, a DMX biker show, and we met an Olympic tae kwon do dude. Seriously, weirdest slash best club ever. Going to bed was awesome, though, but getting everything in the dark and without waking the entire freaking dorm up was challenging.
Well, obvs we slept in a bit, aka til 11 which was far too little sleep for my poor tired body. But we had sightseeing to do! We hit like everything, from the Gothic quarter to La Sagrada Familia. I saw where me and the fam stayed way back when, across from the Barcelona Cathedral, and we got amaaaaaaaaazing fruit from this tiny store on a random street while we were lost haha. La Sagrada Familia was SOOOOOOOOOOOO COOL. They finished the entire inside with the giant ceiling and beautiful stained glass windows. Compared to when I was there before it looks so much better; there’s barely any scaffolding and now they actually organized the system of the elevator to the top of the tower. I’m not much for religion, but this is a seriously inspiring church. Like I wish I could just sit in there for hours, that’s how amazing it is. I wish I captured the essence in the pictures, but sadly I don’t think I did it justice…you’ll just have to go see it yourself! Going up the tower was brilliant—we saw the entire city and also a lot of the carvings and building up close. Again, see pictures, but basically we were on the bridge connecting the two towers over the Nativity Façade so we saw the Tree of Life up close…so cool.
Tired and ready for a break, we went home to drink sangria and watch TV (Modern Family ftw!). Quite relaxing, until Primo texted us telling us we had to be at this club in like an hour if we wanted to get in free. Well, free is everything we want, so we classily grabbed our water bottles for drinks-on-the-go (it’s legal in Spain). Turns out this damn club was like a 25 minute walk from the subway so we missed it anyway…I swear the building (it was on the top floor of a hotel) got further away as we walked. Well after getting there and failing to get in, we turned around and walked like another 40 minutes to Opium, by which point I was tired, my feet hurt, and my desire to dance was severely depressed. And to add to that, we HAD to stay there until 5, since that’s when the metro opened again. FML. Probably one of the worst nights out of my life, including some pretty terrible nights. Ronnie fell asleep on the couch in the club for like 30 minutes, woke up, and fell right back asleep. I napped a bit, and so did most of us. That is NOT a good time.
Tuesday was our trip to Park Güell, where the Cheetah Girls spent time so we obvs had to go. I forgot how steep a hill it was but we went to the lookout of Las Tres Cruces, the highest part of the part and they anticipated our laziness and put in escalators lol. The view of the city was breathtaking—we could see all the way out to the ocean, to the Sagrada Familia and the hotel we tried to party at as well ahaha. It was sunny and warm and beautiful too so the view was made even better. The park itself is filled with lots of mosaics and columns that look like trees and shady areas (thank god I would’ve burned SO HARD otherwise). We gave into our desire to buy shiny things and got some 1 euro jewelry from the randos there. I vividly remember being there with Overland back in the day, even where we took our group pictures. Speaking of pictures, we did loooooooots of jumping pictures. Rafa was super good at it but Ronnie failed constantly haha. It was just the same face over and over but omg so hilarious I loved it. Like fo serious every time she managed to make it in the air at the right time it was like an insane person :P In anticipation of seeing Brit, we all got friendship bracelets in different colors. To complete the roommate pentagon, we also got Lena one for whenever she escapes from the cold reaches of Russia.
Leaving Barcelona was saaaaad but also I was kinda ready cause I cannot freaking handle the life and heat here in a hostel. I think it’d be different if I lived here for a long time, but I’m also really glad I went to Ireland. Having to pay to get into clubs is unthinkable; I miss being able to go get a pint (or a few) at a pub and go out without spending like 15 euro to get in. Eff that ish.
Slán go fóill!
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