A Few days in the Sun

Miss us? We sure have missed you all!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we know we've been slacking lately on the blog but we've just been doing way too much, do you blame us?

On February 12th to the 14th we got after Barcelona.  Being the capitol of Spain with over a 1.5 million population, she's no small village like Lake Nebagamon or River Falls.  Oh no, she's huge.

Nate, Jordan, Engel, Champman, and Byrne made their way to Barcelona that Saturday night.  After a bumpy flight, sketchy landing, and non-english speaking taxi driver, we finally made it to our hostel. The taxi Driver literally didn't know two words of English. Thankfully Jordan was able to carry on a conversation with the driver in order to get us to our next weekend home where we were greeted by Matt and Mandee with open arms and cheers. They had gotten to the hostel a few days prior and got everything set up.  They had scoped out the city a bit so they toured us around upon arrival.

After we settled in and showered up (we may or may not have been a tad smelly), we ventured out into the night.  It was just after 11 when we arrived to the club. This two story building could be heard from a half mile down the beach.  As we approached, our nerves started up due to the fact that we were unsure what we were going to get ourselves into.  We were given free passes to get in which was clutch.  When we walked in, fog made it hard to see, though the sound of the blasting music guided us to the dance floor.  The bumping of bass made our hearts skip beats.  As the fog settled, we all stood there looking at the dance floor- looking at where we shall call home for the next few hours.  And what to our wondering eyes appeared, but just an empty dance floor and employees of the club still prepping.  In awe, Mandee quickly ran over to the bartender and asked what was going on.  Little did we know, but the night life started ever LATER than in Paris. Awesome. We were now TWO HOURS early to when the club was to be hoppin.  That didn't stop us though.  Even though we were literally the only people in the club at that the time, we chose to live in the now and start ripping up the D-floor. After a few gulps of liquid courage, time flew by and the club started to get packed. People from all over the world were in attendance. Trying to talk to the opposite gender was an interesting task considering the music was so loud you could barely think, the fog crept across the floor making it uneasy to see in front of you, and not to mention the center of the dance floor was shoulder to shoulder.  Though, the night was successful and we were able to have the time of our lives.

The next day we decided to do some site seeing. We made the trek over to the 'tourist trap' aka a four block stretch covered in independent business people selling their handmade art. We spent a lot of time in the food market. If you look at the pictures you can see why. It was basically full of every type of food you can imagine and awfully cheap. While on the 'tourist trap' we were able to buy some trinkets for our friends and family.  We also decided to buy bracelets for ourselves- kinda of like a symbol for our time spent there.

Over the next few days, we hung out on the beach- boy was it beautiful to walk around in shorts and a tshirt in the middle of February... haha, how cold is it again back in the midwest? ANYWAYS, we also partook in a pub crawl that traveled over a wide range of Barcelona and hit a few of the main pubs in the city.  All in all, we met some great people from all over the world, more specifically, from the US.  This was great- made some great connections that we will hopefully come through on and visit one or two of them as they are also traveling abroad overseas here.