|First thing to know about Barcelona: |
They are so obsessed with their football (soccer) team that
they even have their own brand of chips.
And it was actually pretty great! We watched movies, he tried to flirt with the very gay flight attendant to get free booze (and sadly failed), and exchanged stories about our respective homelands. Once we got to Barcelona, he helped me with all my stuff all the way until city center. (Yay for batting my eyelashes and not having to carry heavy things. Except RAWR! girl power all the way I totally could have done it myself. But in the great words of Phoebe Buffay, "Oh, I wish I could, but I don't want to.")
Once I got to S & L's place, I got to eat the yummiest Spanish lunch ever -- homemade paella. Yes, I asked for the most typical Spanish dish ever. Sue me. That shit is good and you know it. Shortly after, JMS, who I hadn't seen in 2 years finally came! I kind of jumped on him like a spider monkey and didn't let go for a while.
|I didn't take a picture of L's paella but this one is equally as good! |
(courtesy of Flickr user jlastras)
It was really after lunch that the craziness started. Read more after the jump!
After sleeping off the food coma, JMS, S, L, & I went out to the Barceloneta neighborhood for a night out with L's coworker & coworker's friend, both of whom I absolutely loved. We started the night off at the champañería Can Paixano. Think tiny bar with ridiculously cheap glasses of cava (sparkling wine from Cataluña) and tapas. Once we got there, L found 45€ on the ground so we drank for free for a while, considering glasses of cava were going for 1€ a pop. I know, dangerous.
|courtesy of canpaixano.com|
I want to say that after bar #2, things got hazy. We ended up going to 2 other places, and drinking a piss ton of vodka. This resulted in me trying to get S to smile in a photo, which everyone knows is humanly impossible considering his former Soviet ways. In Soviet Russia, picture takes you. Observe:
|from left: JMS, me, S. Look at that stone cold glare.|
|It was worth a shot. |
If you ask him, he'll say he's merely acknowledging a
humorous situation in the manliest of manners.
Moral of the story: Don't question strange beverages in foreign countries. They give you superpowers that allow you to break through the icy cold hearts of Soviet men.
Be sure to stop by again for more Barcelona posts! This was only Day 1. You can imagine the ridiculosity that ensued..