Barcelona in one sentence: sun, sea and alcohol.
Well, maybe not so much sun because it was pretty cloudy when we went. My friends were complaining that it was too hot, but as someone who’s been to the Philippines many times it was like water off a duck’s back for me. Nevertheless, I have an interesting tan line on my butt to show for it.
Barcelona is amazing. It’s so amazing that I’m going back in September with Mutay. I haven’t booked anything, yet, but the passion to go back is so ridiculous. Alas, I’m stuck in an office being jealous of my colleague who’s going to China in August. (I’ve already put in my order for a shot glass from China. I’ve decided that’s the thing I’m going to collect when I travel or when my friend’s go away. I already have shot glasses from Prague, Barcelona and Malia)
Barcelona was a learning experience for me, even though I never intended it to be. It has made me realise my passion for the Spanish language, how much I want to meet new people and how good weather definitely affects how you feel in life. (By the way, life is great)
Interesting side note, I actually got stuck in Barcelona because of the French air strike. France weren’t letting anyone fly over their country, so our flight which was meant to be at 2.35PM was cancelled. However, thanks to my level head, I was able to rebook our flights for the next morning.
This did mean that I had to sleep on the hard floor of the airport, but I thought of it as an adventure. I even spoke to a few people whilst my friend’s were sleeping, so that was pretty cool as well. Making friends, FTW.
It’s kind of difficult for me to write about how much fun I had in Barcelona without bragging, and I hate a humblebrag. Even though I do it sometimes without realising. The irony.
Top places to visit/see
- La Rambla
- Park Güell
- Sagrada Família
- Bar Piranya
- Makamaka – Beach Burger Cafe
- Futbol Club Barcelona
- Port Vell
- THE BEACH
It’s really one long beach, but they all have different names. On our last night, we found out it was Summer Solstice, so the hostel we were staying at took us all down to Marbella beach. Summary: sea, sand, American accents, fireworks, tiki torches, dancing, bonfires, gypsy dancing, and lots and lots of beer.
I think you’ll see why I want to go back when you see these pictures. There’s more, but that would be a whole post by itself.
Don’t worry, Barcelona. I’ll be back.