I thought it only right that I write this post when I return from the clubs at 4 o clock in the morning on a Wednesday night when I have class tomorrow at noon. Yippee.
First, I just told Austin this story: it's a good indication of my mastery of Spanish, and also, my general love life in Barcelona. At the clubs tonight, I randomly just ended up with a red heart balloon tied to my wrist. A Spanish boy came up to me, and took the balloon, and I looked at him with a sad face and said "oh, tu tienes mi corazon" (you have my heart) "pero un hombre en america todavia tiene mi corazon para siempre" (but a guy in america already has my heart forever). He handed back my balloon, smiled and said, "este hombre tiene muy suerte" (this boy is very lucky). He smiled and walked away, and this made me smile. I'm the lucky one.
So, hola Barcelona! Bienvenidos to going out at 1 o clock in the morning and coming home at 6. Ugh!! It didn't take very long to realize that no nightlife in Barcelona exists before 12 at night. This is not very convenient when the metro closes at 12 on week nights. But, luckily, it stays open until 2 on fridays and all night on saturdays! Typically, we will go to a bar around 12, stay there for a couple hours, and then decide whether or not we're up for dancing at a club for three hours.
A couple of my favorite places are Chupitos (the Spanish word for shots), where you look at a board of 500 different shots and choose one, having no idea what is in it. It's quite the adventure. Some boys once told my roommate and I to try "el ultimo" - bad idea. It ended up being a combination of rum, vodka, and tequila. It was the most awful thing I have ever tasted. Some of our favorite "chupitos" are the boy scout, which includes roasting marshmellows over open flame to use as chasers, and the "rusio" which has whipped cream and m&ms on it that you get to drink out of a straw.
Other popular places in Barcelona are Peppermints, where you pay 50 euro for the biggest drink you've ever seen. Also, la oveja negra, "the black sheep", which if you can conjur an image of the movie beer fest, is pretty much the exact same thing.
Okay, I'm sleepy. And I actually do need to go to class in 5 hours. More later.
Besos y Abrazos!
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