The End of Spain

So clubbing.  Last weekend, since it was my last in Spain, my friend Jade and I decided to spend it in Barcenoleta (the old part of Barcelona).  Unfortuentely, Friday night was an epic FAIL. It was raining, which was just gross, and then I couldn’t figure out how to take the metro near my house (the ticket machines were screwed up) so I had to walk to the far away station.  And then, sometime between standing on the platform, and arriving outside of Jade’s house, someone pickpocketed my phone!!  I was so, so mad.  And pissed. And disappointed at myself.  And then it started thundering which made Jade’s dad tell us to stay in, so long story short, we ended up watching the Hangover and going to bed early.

The next morning though, her dad convinced us to get these delicious little cakes from the market down the road.  The rest of the day was pretty slow—mostly packing and laundry.  But that evening, I came back to Barcenoleta and ate a delicious stir-fry dinner with them—one meal that I sorely missed.  Then, around 11:45 or so me and Jade headed out to the clubs, super grateful that it wasn’t raining!  We had to wait until about 1 or 1:30 before people really started to show up, so we just took pictures and chatted with some of the other earlybirds (that is, until they wanted to buy us drinks and then we had to make our escape).  But finally, we started dancing, and just had a good time. We had to avoid and refuse way too many weird guys but whatever.

 I’d say the highlight was after the professional dancers went up on the podium and started their little routine or whatever, so random drunk guy came over to me and shouted at me, “Be careful!  See all those dancers up there, in the leotards and the dresses? They’re all men!” And when I looked blankly at him (it was an odd thing to say) he assumed I didn’t know English and shouted “Hombres, hombres! “ I turned to Jade to point out this guy, but when I turned back, he was already gone.  It was hilarious though!  

We didn’t get to sleep until close to 5 AM—its crazy! In the “morning” after downing some fruit, Jade and I pitched in to help her dad make an omelet/Spanish tortilla for I guess lunch.  Eggs, milk, tomatoes, mushrooms, peppers, spices…mmmm. It was so good! I kind of want some now actually….afterwards, I spent about an hour just sitting with Jade and her father sipping coffees and watching the ocean.  It was so nice and relaxing, and a good way to leave Barcelona J