Being our last day in Barcelona, we wanted to make the most of it. However, since we woke up early the two previous days, we were a little slow starting. We decided to walk on the beach and we stopped and grabbed a bite. The beach was incredibly crowded with people selling beers out of plastic bags, massages, and henna tattoos. Every 2 minutes someone comes up to you trying to sell you something. We sat for a good while in the sand and then walked the rest of the beach. We saw some really cool restaurants right on the beach and a Japanese-Mediterranean one caught our eye. We all ordered the lunch special of different varieties. The girls are having a hard time with the lack of vegetables. If you do get veggies, they’re usually fried. I of course, haven’t noticed as much. I’m not saying I was totally unaware; it just didn’t bother me as much. The lunch ended with mango and coconut ice cream. So good. It was especially good because they gave Gabbie the wrong thing so I got to eat hers too. Yum.
We grabbed the Metro home for a siesta and tried to plan our last night. We ended up trying to find another restaurant which of course was no longer there. Linden has a good friend who lived in Barcelona who was nice enough to give us tips and advice. It just so happened that the places we decided to try were closed or moved. Luckily, the restaurant we picked was in a square she had recommended with multiple options. We picked a spot for tapas and people watching. It was very local and very fun. We had originally picked a bar in the area, but at the last minute I found a club near the apartment that would be easier to get home from. We took the Metro back, but it was still a bit too early for the club, around 12:20am. We noticed a bar a couple of doors down that seemed lively so we spent a couple of hours there. We met some Germans who were friendly and they came with us to the club. They were huge fans of “How I Met Your Mother”. I find that many Europeans love that show. At the club they played a mix of 80’s, 90’s and Spanish music. They even played the Greece soundtrack. It was an interesting place. We saw one of our bus tour guides and he seemed more than shocked to see us. Made us believe we had found a truly local place. When we showed up, prior to drinking, I managed to slip and fall at the top of a set of stairs. No one saw thank goodness, but I can honestly say it was the hardest fall I’ve ever taken. I feel like I broke my hip, my wrist, and my elbow. My ankle is scraped fairly badly too. I danced through the pain, and we ended up having a great night. We left late, around 5:30am, but we were happy to have at least one true night out.
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