Last I left you, I had planned on going to Sevilla. Well, a sold out train made sure that didn't happen, since every other method of getting there was way more expensive, so I've stayed in Barcelona this whole time. Now, let's start with the good times.
My cousins Nic and Wooly were in town visiting family on their dad's side, but we went out together at night. Friday I took them to Ovella Negra with my friends and then Otto Zutz, where we danced until the Metro opened up again at 5. The following day, I didn't wake up until 5 PM! It's easier than it sounds when the hurricane shutter-like blinds completely darken the room. That evening I did some grocery shopping at Carrefour in the Glories mall, as well as some exploring in that mall. it is HUGE! It doesn't look big from the outside, but it just keeps going underground! I also found myself the cheapest official FCBarcelona jersey in the city.
That night I took my cousins out to La Fira, a cool bar with a big "Miami" sign in it, that also has a really cheap and good shot bar called Espit Chupitos (Chupitos meaning shots). We had a fun time there taking flaming Harry Potter's and hitting on women and then called it a night.
Sunday was just about relaxing and hanging out. On Monday, Cazzie and I went to the beach for some people watching for our class project (I wish I could claim credit for this idea, but she and our other partner, Skji, are the geniuses here). We did that for a few hours while enjoying the beach, and then that night we had a huge potluck dinner in a friends room. This was preperation for la Fiesta de Sant Joan, a celebration of the summer Solstice. What most of Spain winds up doing is lighting fireworks all over their cities and lighting bonfires all over the place, especially the beach, all night long. But see, here's where the bad times start...
During the pot luck dinner, my cold came back with a vengeance. It was to the point that I had to intentionally skip out on the all-night party. To make things worse, my lack of medicine made sure the cold kept me up all night long anyways. I could have endured the constant fireworks, but the cold was too much.
I spent the better part of the next day looking for medicine. Finally found some in the afternoon, and now I'm doing way better. Hopefully I'll be all rested up by the time I have to camp out for Wimbledon...
Well, I leave for London tomorrow, so this is the last you'll hear of me until I get back. If I find an internet connection over there, I might pop in for an update. See you in a week!
-Gaby
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