Day 1: Ok, on the day of our arrival, we are with our host Max first time in the Champagneria. A small (and very popular) bar / snack. There is a barbecue where you can buy a variety of sandwiches (at very reasonable prices). For example, "Lomo con Queso" (a bun with quasi unbreaded chips and cheese). Sounds spectacular, but tastes super cool. Meanwhile there is this delicious Rosé Cava, bottles of the best (only clock out of 5, then only lenses).
In Champagneria it is full, hot and noisy, but cool.
After that, you (so we have made in any case), fully eaten and drunk, to the beach (Barcelonetta say I think this beach). swim a few laps in the sea, drink several Estrella and burn the sun to let the fur.
At 6 we went home, relax and still have a round, what to eat and made fit for the nightlife. For my part, I was already pretty much in the bucket (logically, if you get up at 6, to 2, with the drinking begins and all day on their feet was, including airport and so ... it is indeed the youngest net), but whatever. We are then to Princesa23. Since alcohol is a fairly rich but very tasty and cheap (4 €) Mojito. If n is a bit touristy of the shop, but ok for the first evening. I've been slack but then pretty quickly and would almost eingepennt at the table. While others have looked after the French women. Later we moved even by a few streets and totally destroyed some time at home with one of the very cheap taxis down.
Day 2: At first the most important lesson learned from the previous day: Siesta is a must. That we did it. Later back to the beach. The evening was our host Max on the GL in Mondo ,
so we came in there for nothing. No door stress. Practical. A club with a view of the harbor. Nice. Played first Latin American beats, and later became House-heavy and has Mucke Mainact was made with NEM Game Boy. Dancing, drinking, sweating. And the Budweiser for 5 €. Hmm. But big party, that shit on it.
Day 3: On Saturday we then administered a small dose of tourist stuff (Gaudi park, Sagrada Familia). Joa, tourist-dependent stuff. Then first home, Siesta (was sorely needed!). Preheat bit with Calimojo (Red / cola).
evening we were then arranged to meet first with friends from Max in Oviso
. This was quite a quick round of 15 people from all over the world. Life, I can not speak English (except "no entiendo, soy ingles). Well, next time! On the tables were indications that one can not roll joints and rotate. We drank "Clara", that is so ne Art cyclists. Then we went to "La Fonara. There we have a hammer even mixed (meat & fish) eaten paella. There, working only Asians and one is pretty through here (So you can even eat in peace, but when you're done, you're just ready. Unless you order a bottle of wine after the other). Otherwise, the queue outside would be much longer. The food and wine were in any case absolutely to die for.
full and happy (and quite funny) we went to the beach, but we do not stock up without having two Sixern Estrella. Sorry, but you can apparently buy in the shops after a certain time, no alcoholic drinks are more (at least on this unspeakable tourist-mile (the "Rambla") where we were because it was so). So we have availed ourselves of the many street vendors, the there running around with bags and offered to outrageous prices (5 € / Sixer) their product offering. Thus equipped, we went to the beach and have since hung out yet. Unfortunately, this relaxing end of the evening was stopped a little early, as the beach was cleared of the " Mossos . They are policemen, where you better not spit in the soup, we were told and we have then avoided. The beach was then purified. Then slept for a taxi home and the sleep of the righteous.
Day 4: departure (which already?). We have made to pack everything except clean garnix &. Then flight home, via Milan. There had unfortunately not enough time to drive again in the city but too much to find it not boring. Well there, worse.
All in all a very horny, too short trip. Big thank you to Max for the accommodation, but mostly current for "babysitting". We were able to avoid the tourist-stuff and scratch the surface of the Barcelona locals. More like this!
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