Saturday was my last full day in Barcelona. In the early afternoon, after more sleeping pill induced sleep, I met up with Grisha, the son of my mom's best friend from childhood. He was visiting his friend Tanya who is living here for the summer, doing an internship and studying Spanish. We sat in a few cafes, had a few beers, and walked around the Sagrada Familia and more of the city center. He had quite a "manly" appetite and kept not being satisfied with any quantity of food and insisting that he needed some cheeseburgers, plural, to tide him over.
At night, we got all the groups together and met down by the Barceloneta port for a Paella dinner. There were 8 of us: Mayra and her husband, Tony, Andy, Grisha, Tanya, and Tanya's friend Gayana. This girl was the epitome of Russian - she basically yelled at the waiter to bring her an English menu, didn't say please or thank you a single time, and generally kept away from the "new" people.
Dinner was pretty good, and the portions of paella were ENORMOUS and fresh. After dinner, we bar hopped a bit , had some mojito's, did some dancing at the touristy dance bars, and ended the night chillin' in a hookah bar down by the port.
Unfortunately, it wasn't all great because Tanya ended up having her purse stolen. It's not much of a surprise, as pickpocketing and non-violent robbery happens constantly in Barca, and she did leave her purse unattended, even if it was for under 10 seconds.
I arrived home around 6 in the morning, as the sun was rising. It was perfect, but I don't think I can do this on a weekly basis. I'm TIRED!
Dinner was pretty good, and the portions of paella were ENORMOUS and fresh. After dinner, we bar hopped a bit , had some mojito's, did some dancing at the touristy dance bars, and ended the night chillin' in a hookah bar down by the port.
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