We landed in Barcelona (unbeknownst to me) without the address, telephone number or directions to our hostel. For my mother's sake I won't tell you about our first few hours in Barcelona but when the police officers attempted to give us directions to the hostel and pointed to the back of the map and made a worried face, I marched to the nearest hotel on La Rambla and booked a room for the night. Outside the hotel street performers were drawing crowds into the late hours of the night but we were happy to be safe and sheltered.
The next morning we met up for cappuccino and then headed to the TravelBar for a free walking tour of the city. We saw some interesting things most tourists miss out on and as the tour ended, we headed back to the pub and were treated to a beer. (A free tour that ends in free beer! What!?) We met some great people on the tour and decided to join up and head down to the port for some paella and sangria. The weather was beautiful and we soaked up the sunshine. Afterwards, we walked down La Ramba and enjoyed the performances and the dancing by our own crew that drew the largest crowd on La Rambla. We visited some of Gaudi's architectural achievements and took a coffee and sing-a-long break.
Bree, Miya, Allison and I then went to a Flamenco show and had tapas and more sangria. The night was amazing but it was too short. We said goodbye to our new friends and made the long taxi ride to our hostel in the mountains of Barcelona for one last night.
It was a short journey and only a little taste of Spanish culture but I will remember that trip and the friends I made forever.