Barcelona was crazy

Viewed from above, Barcelona presents a stunning grid of asymmetry. At street-level the city seems far less uniform, with hidden treats to be found for any traveler: ocean access to a warm Mediterranean, successful sports teams, all night clubs, and stunning architecture consisting of Gothic and roman ruins, ultra modern builds, and considerably more chic than one can handle.  

Our co-contributor, Darrin, documents his travels around the world. This week he visits the beautiful, cultured city of Barcelona.

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By the time we touched down in El Prat on Sunday night I’d already been going hard for 6 hours. The flight attendant must have taken a liking to me, as he had slipped me two plastic shot bottles to go alongside the canned Modelo I had ordered shortly after take-off. Add that to the Jack I had managed to sneak on in my sports drink bottle (my own version of the infamous Tucker Maxx ‘Death Mix’ and I was lit in no time at all. I didn’t remember much of the taxiing or shuttle to the hostel, and while it was only 8pm when they dropped me off, I crashed immediately. Jet lag’s a bitch!

I woke up early on Monday morning with the most jarring headache, so I threw my eye mask and noise cancelling headphones on and promptly went back to bed. I woke up sometime after 4pm, and by that time most of my buddies had also touched down. They went to explore the Roman archaeological sites and art museum, but I was still struggling, so instead I grabbed some fast food and napped until they returned at 7pm. After all, it was going to be a long night. We drank hard, went to a club, and I stumbled back to the hostel around 4am. Tuesday was spent in bed again, trying my best to recuperate via a steady intake of gatorade and carrots. I flew out late that night and slept most of the way back to Newark, courtesy of a couple of beers prior to takeoff.

It was short, but overall it was a pretty sick trip. I’ll give Barcelona an 8/10 and will definitely be back.   

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