It is 6:40am and it is my 3rd day in Barcelona. For some reason, I just cannot seem to fall asleep. Maybe I got too used to sleeping for less than six hours a night and had a relatively early night. Anyways...
First thing's first. The Madrid airport is my worst nightmare, ever.
Second, I fell in love with Barcelona within my first few hours of being here. It is extremely cheap, the beach and sea are wonderful, the hostel is cool, and I've already made new friends. On the first day, me and Liam went to the beach to swim/nap/get burnt/meet Germans. We got situated in the hostel which is located just outside of the city life. We spent the night having some drinks, playing games with our new Scandinavian friends and walking around the beach at night. So much for "let's take er easy the first night!".
The second day consisted of little sleep, a trip to the touristy looking part of town where we climbed an almost impressive amount of stairs to a museum (which I forgot the name of) and got a nice view of the city. Unfortunately, I can't upload pictures at the moment, but I'll come back and edit them into this post. I got my hands on some Absinthe in town, too. We headed over to Sagrada Familia, a really awesome looking church/chapel. Of course, it's free to get in, and the season is high, so we just stood outside to look at it. We headed back and I took a nap on the beach. The day ended with more hangings outs, drinks, and a movie.
Yesterday, we took a trip to Montserrat, about an hour outside of Barcelona. We wanted to hike it, but the only ways up were rock climbing, taking winding road around the mountain (for cars) or the gondala. Gondala it was! The view from up top, was incredible, of course, but I didn't the satisfaction of looking down and saying to myself "Yeah, I just hiked that motherfucker".
We had an easy going night. Unfortunately, it's 7AM now, and I cannot sleep for the life of me. We leave for Paris tomorrow. WEEEEE.
A continuation of this post.. On this day I was up at 7AM, most of the hostel friends I made here had to leave. I somehow become attached to these people more than anyone else. It happened a few times I have hosteled and made friends this way. Aw man.
Also, in German, "das" is no longer neutral. It's a hermaphodite.
We also went to Park Gruell. What a big hill that is! But you get to see Barcelona all 360 degrees of it. The park is awesome, filled with all sorts of street performers ranging from musicians to dancers to rappers. Some dude built a whole level on this hill park with tiles. I will have pictures eventually, promise.
We were going to take the night train to Paris. Turns out it was more than twice the price of our hostel, so we just took the 8AM train.
The journey continues..
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