March 13th, Barcelona, Spain
Danny, Lucas, and I only spent one night here but for all of us, it probably is one of the most memorable nights of our entire study abroad trip.
We woke up in Zermatt, checked out of our hotel , spent three more hours on the train back to Geneva, and then spent a few hours at the airport playing James Bond.
This is where Prince left us and it was just Danny, Lucas, and I. Aka perfection.
We hopped on the plane and to prepare ourselves for our night in Barcelona, Danny and I practiced our Spanish…it was pretty bad. We spent the whole plane ride talking in Spanish, Lucas became a little lost in the conversation because he had never learned Spanish…sucks for him.
Anyway, we landed and asked tourist information how to get to our hostel. She told us what bus we needed and what stop we needed to get off on. We were set.
We got on the bus. Content and happy. But then I started to panic. I didn’t know when the bus stop would occur… I didn’t know how long we were supposed to be on the bus for. In Madrid, we were only on the bus for 30 minutes. The Spanish that Danny and I practiced did not help us out at all on that bus. We didn’t understand what was being said or what was appearing on the little screen. I kept looking at the map as if that would do anything. Lucas, being the smarty pants that he is, figured out how the little screen was working and figured out when we needed to get off.
We finally got off Paralelo. We were on that bus for like an hour…standing up with all our bags. But we couldn’t stop there. We had to then make our way to our hostel. We started walking in the direction we thought we were supposed to be going. Make bag was ridiculous heavy so I was not a happy camper. We were walking for a little bit when we decided we needed to ask someone for directions.
Danny, being the rock star he is, wanted to use his Spanish that he was practicing. He goes up to this lady yelling ‘Perdon’ in Spanish and the woman was terrified. She didn’t realize that he was only asking for directions rather than going to mug him. Oops. She told some sort of direction. She kept getting confused with right and left. So we weren’t really sure which way she meant. Even so, we started walking straight for 10 blocks. We got to the tenth block and had to ask for more directions. Danny and his ‘perdon’ too funny! The people he asked this time looked it up on their smart phones. And told we had a lot more blocks to go and then turn right. That first lady was a liar, but whatevs.
So we walk down the street. I’m like dying with my bag. Boo. But, I trucked on. We get confused again about where we are supposed to go. We approach this guy and ask him directions to the hostel. He is an American living in Barcelona so he stopped us while talking and plainly asked ‘American?’ Yes, yes we are. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. He actually was heading in the same direction we were. Thank God! He led us to the street our hostel was on; we thanked him, and then he was on his way.
We got to our hostel, Hostel One, and was bombarded by friendliness. They were in the middle of dinner, the rest of the guests. Apparently, at this hostel the different guests make a home cooked dish from their respective country. Before we could do anything, or pay for the hostel, the man who worked there took us into the kitchen gave us a Spanish omelet along with this meat/bean sauce (I actually don’t have a clue what it was). He sat us down, gave us three forks, and told us to eat. We were so overwhelmed. SO not knowing what to do with ourselves, we ate it. And it was good. Yum. Delicioso.
After finishing, and having the time to calm ourselves down, we paid for our hostel and headed upstairs. We were sharing a room with another boy. They were nice enough beds. So settled our stuff and went out to find a restaurant to really eat at.
We ended up walking for awhile, in a big circle basically. We ended up here.
It had okay food. But they had cheap bottles of wine so I ain’t complainin. :)
We had one of the most interesting nights here. It was a roller coaster of emotions. We were laughing and then crying and then laughing again. I’m blaming it on the wine. Interesting conversations were had.
We stayed in the restaurant drinking until like midnight or one in the morning. We grabbed our bottle of wine and made your way back to the hostel. While walking back, I was carrying the wine, and my drunk ass just had to trip. Great news though! I saved the wine. I fell and held the bottle up and Danny was ecstatic. SO I was helped up by and we made it back to the hostel. Safely. No worries :)
We looked good didn’t we? Haha
Anyway, we were up for awhile because Lucas wasn’t feeling well. Woops. Finally, we went to bed around 3:00 am.
We got up around 10:00 am because we had to check out right around then. We packed up our stuff and made our way to find the bus stop and a place to eat breakfast.
We were successful on both accounts. We headed to the airport-it took an hour, but we were able to sit this time. I passed out. Apparently, Lucas had to put his hand against my head because it kept on falling off his shoulder. I had no idea. Woops.
That was our night in Barcelona. One of the most memorable nights of my entire London experience.
Next, we’re off to Roma, Italy. No big deal.