After getting ready we walked to the train station of Salou with Mia and her boyfriend, Dan. Things didn't go as smoothly as planned, since Mia's card got stuck into the ticket vending machine. I was pretty proud of myself that I managed to explain the situation to the counter lady with my basic Spannish (only had to look up ATM = cajero automático). She didn't look suprised at all and calmly proceeded into opening the machine for us and getting Mia's Visa Electron out with the tickets she had purchased. I guess we weren't the only ones who's card had got sucked into that evil machine.
When we arrived to Barcelona, the first thing I wanted to do is go to Maccas for their free Wifi so I could book a hostel and transfer some money in my bank account. Mia and Dan left to eat and gve me Dan's mobile so I could call them when I was ready. Never have I EVER seen a McDonald's so packed. They also had these cool self use machines that you could use to speed up the process. All you had to do is tap on the items you wanted to buy on the touch screen and insert your debit/credit card in. Pretty sweet. I figured I didn't have to buy anything since the Maccas was too packed for anyone to notice whether you were an actual customer. And damn did it take long to look for an hostel... Everything was booked, or only partially available or expensive az... Took me an hour but finally I managed to suss that shit out with the exception of having to call Jenni, one of our mates who was staying and renting a flat in Barcelona for a couple of weeks with Aino and Raki. I called them to ask whether it was ok if I would crash at their place for tonight, since all the (cheap/near-by) hostels were booked. I figured I should really start booking hostels in before hand but didn't like the sound of that.. Planning too much ahead just makes the trip loose all its sense of adventure!
When I finally met Mia and Dan after that long hour I was in a bad mood. I was fucking starving since I hadn't eaten any brekkie and my bags were heavy az. Jenni had said that they weren't home atm so I couldn't go chuck my bags at their place. I wanted to go find a place where I could leave my bags but sheepishly just followed Mia and Dan. What made matters worse and got me even more in a killing-spree-kinda-mood was Barcelona's most famous, busiest and expensive street - the fucking La Rambla and all its thousands of tourists. Total tourist hell. From that moment on I came to hate the esplanade and did everything to avoid it. I know I was probably not the most fun person to hang around with the mentality I had that morning and I apologized to Mia and Dan if I was acting like a bitch. I was just really hungry and my bags were killing me. Dan was a babe and volunteered to carry my other bag (the smaller, lighter one yet which is the one that kills your shoulders) which made my morning a lot better :)
We wanted to go for a drink somewhere to celebrate us being in Barcelona and so we wondered away from La Rambla to the smaller streets. Somehow we found ourselves in a sex shop and I completely forgot my hunger and the pain my shoulders were in because we were just having too much of a laugh about the items that store had to offer. When we eventually sat down to a bar Dan bought us a drink each and we just enjoyed ourselves. We decided to make our own tapas picnic at some bar and so we went to buy a bottle of white and a bottle of red along with some olives, chorizo and what not. We found this grass area in the harbor and made a nice picnic. Since I was carrying all my shit around, I had sarong for us to sit on and my speakers ! That moment was truely just enjoying life and I began to forgot how much of in a bad mood I had been in :)
We called Aino and she promised we could come and chuck my shit at their place. Their flat was only a minute walk away from the Barceloneta beach and so it wouldn't take her long to come and let us in. After leaving my bags in the girl's apartment, we left to meet Raki and Jenni at the beach and get something to eat. Some how during that one minute walk we managed to loose Mia and Dan (assumingly they didn't see us turn on the corner) so it was just us four sitting at the beach bar. It was really nice to see the girls :) We got overpriced sandwiches and went to the grocerie store to by some booze. I was happy with my under two euro red wine:D While we were in La Rambla, I saw this guy with a white tank top and a self written ”Who the fuck is Steve Angello” on it. I started talking with the guy and he told me he was going to Steve Angello’s gig. I would’ve loved to go too but I was a bit poor so 10 euros seemed too much for me :D The guys name ws Justin and he was a Canadian dj. He was supposed to play in Ibiza but his gear broke down so his manager told him to go to Barcelona. Somehow we came into talking about skate boarding and we agreed to go surfing together (he had never surfed before!) so we swapped facebooks.
At first we went to this cool small bar that had the best 3 euro pizza I’ve ever tasted. I wish I would've written the address down but I guess I can just get it off of Jenni or one of the girls. Afterward we went to Cityhall which was nothing special, ugly guys and the music was blah. When everyone came back to the girls’ apartment there was this nonsense drama with everyone vs. mia and dan and it was just plain silly... Probably the best idea just to go to sleep at 6 AM.
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Mia O'Shea 1st & 4th picture
Jenni Tuviala Last Picture
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