barthe.

So, it has clearly been a while. Nothing too exciting happened Thursday. We went to a club called La Indiana, which may have some sophisticated meaning here in Spain, but really just means The Indiana to us. Nothing to really write home about. I mean, nice club, but it really should be since normal cover charge is 15 euros. I mean, come on. So, we were there until about 4:30 in the morning. We went home because our train left at 11AM on Friday morning. It was a struggle and a half getting out of bed at 9:15. Ugh. But, we got there on time and Cary and I had a table all to ourselves on the train. We actually sat next to these two American girls, so I am sure the people on the train were annoyed by the English conversation throughout the ride. If you were wondering, the train is much better than the bus and I never want to ride a bus again. But I have to this weekend. Go figure. Well, we got to Barcelona uneventfully and walked to our hostel, which was about 20 minutes from the train station. It was nice. We had our own room and our own bathroom. We settled in and took some naps. Cary and I went to look for food and accidentally found a mall, so we looked through there for a while. When we got back to the room, we started getting ready and it may have been the funniest time I have experienced in a long, long time. We laughed so hard that I got hiccups. I don't know if those things are related, but I got them nonetheless, and I had them for 6 hours. I was seriously contemplating going to the hospital. I don't want to be one of those people who have them for years. So, we met Megan Douglas and Christina Harris for dinner, which was freakin phenomenal. They are amazing, and we ate at an awesme restaurant. That night, we walked around for hours looking for something to do, only to end up returning to the crowded plaza where we started the night. At least we got to watch this really drunk girl make an idiot out of herself for an hour. The next morning, we got up and went out to go sight-see... which we kinda did. We literally just walked around for about 8 hours, looking at whatever we came across. We saw two really cool cathedrals and a lot of stores. We met Evan and Corinne and Tyler Gately in front of this Gaudi house. I think that's how you spell it, but I'm not taking the time to look it up. They were really cool houses, but while we were there, we got some incredible news. Tyler knows the owner of David Beckham's bar in Barcelona, and he got us on the VIP list. So, we all went shopping and bought something for the night. Well, I didn't. But I went shopping with everyone. We went back, got ready, (met our new roommates from India and Belgium... wasn't a big fan) and then made an AMAZING salad. Cary and I went to the grocery store to buy everything, but it was so hard. Nothing was in English or Spanish, because they speak Catalan there, which is a language I detest with every bone in my body. Just speak Spanish. ugh. But, we made the salads and went to the bar. There were some unnamed complications throughout the night, but they will not be revealed in order to protect those involved. Let's just say... wet clothing... clogged up sink... 8 people in a 6 person hostel room. Yeah, that sounds about right. The next day, we saw the Sagrada Familia, which is an incredible cathedral, and then shopped a little. We then went home. On the train ride home, this man missed his stop and was really angry and yelling and we thought it was a terrorist. But he was American. So no worries.