Barcelona
From València, Pram and I took the train to Barcelona. It was an agonizing, four-hour trip because we were sitting in front of obnoxious people. Barcelona provided a great pay-off for our suffering though. I became enamored with Barcelona’s architecture, its friendly people, its rich history, and its insane nightlife. I hope to return soon to this city by the sea.
We stayed in a hotel right off the Plaza de Catalunya, the city’s main square. I tried to strike a balance between seeing the city and going out and partying. I partly believe that I can party anywhere, so why should I travel 1,000 miles to do so. On the other hand, I also think this is the best way meet the locals. I tried to be somewhat disciplined though, getting in before 7 in the morning. One could easily stay out later—I believe Pram rolled in around 9 or 10 some mornings, which is customary with Spain’s nightlife.
Our typical day involved waking up—early if we didn’t stay out too late, early afternoon if we did—and seeing some sights. We ate a late lunch (the Spanish way) with a few courses and some wine, then continued to see the sights until it was time to get ready for the evening. Around midnight, one goes to the bars for a nice chat with new friends, and the discos come to life around 3 in the morning. My nocturnal tendencies were completely (and overly) satisfied here.