Barthelona

Anything can happen in Barcelona. And most everything does. It wasn't my finest performance, I'll say this for myself. Friday night I was on the metro with my Chicago boys Henry and James, headed for the Barcoleneta stop, when I spotted Maddie Spiker, a friend from high school. "Maddie!" I yelled. "What are you doing here! Are you studying in Barcelona?" "HOLY FUCK!" she replied. "WHAT THE FUCK! I'm studying in Prague, I'm here for the weekend!" We chatted for a second before her friends swept her away. Then I spotted Christina Padilla, a friend from Hopkins. Wtf mate. She and I hugged, before she too was whisked away for dancing. Then I found myself at Cat Walk, the cheeziest of clubs. I was woozy, sick to my stomach, so I sacrificied economic integrity and purchased a £6 bottle of wine. Kill me. I danced with underage Spaniards (oh wait, 13 year olds can get down in Europe, scratch that) and later ended up puking on my heels while three guys laughed. Great. Saturday night was even crazier. Why? you ask. I went out sober. The only thing crazier than getting toasted is keeping your wits about you; you see everything. I went with Zoe and co. to Chupitos, a shot bar, and stood watching the purgatory before me. The bartenders spilled lighter fluid around shot glasses before lighting the arrangement on fire. Drunken sorority girls and their Latin lovers picked up the flaming goodness and knocked it back. I had had enough. Then it was onto Razmataz- a five floor club and each a different rhythm. I loved it, dancing my way through techno, techno, and techno. Sunday we roused ourselves early and took the metro to Sitges for a little r&r on the beach. It was beyond beautiful. A sleepy beach town, we were surrounded by Moorish architecture, palm trees, slim Spaniards, and beach. We baked in the sunlight before eating the most amazing paella con lobster. And then it was back to the city for siesta and packing. Monday morning Zoe and I rose before the sun, boarded the aerobus, and made our way back to a raining Rome. It was an epic weekend and one which I won't forget.

*Dear mom and dad:
we made it to Museo Picasso, Sagrada Familia, and Casa Battiglia. Don't worry. Those locations just didn't provide fodder for my readers. Oh and let's skype soon, shall we?