The Train to Barcelona
We had a 9 hour tain ride from Nice to Barcelona and it was nice to travel 1st class. We heard horror stories about the European trains but ours was nice, reclining seats, wall sconce lighting, plenty of room, and a food/drink cart that had EVERYTHING. Our train stopped in Marsielle for about 10 minutes and we just sat patiently and stared out our window.
Lots of excitement going on at the train station that day, people sitting and waiting for their train to arrive, finding ways to pass time like picking their nose as if there's a nose picking competition coming up and they want the gold! This chick meant business, she'd pick for a while...stop...pick again...look at her finger...rub her mouth...dig again...stop...she didn't care and the stranger sitting next to her had no clue!
A couple benches down from her was this guy... he had to know right? Its a little chilly, he's wearing a jacket, he has to feel the breeze on his crack.
Alright enough of our train stop experiences. We're in Barcelona and the this city is beautiful, the people are friendly and most speak English so we put our Spanish aside and said forget trying to attempt to speak Catalano.
Gothic Point Hostel
Our hostel wasn't too far of a walk from the train station. We stayed here at Gothic Point, its a youth hostel and our first hostel. Mainly students stay here but you see older people as well. We saw a couple old enough to be our grandparents here so the hostel is still welcoming to the non youthful like us.
The hostel had a common area with tables and couches a small kitchen, tv, games and plenty of information for tourists. Since the youthful stay here there's a lot of information on clubs and bars.
These were our beds, there are two beds side by side on the top bunk. So complete strangers could actually sleep this close to each other if the place was booked!
Our room sleeps 12 people and is a "mixed" room meaning shared room of female and male. When we arrived we had I think a group of 8 American boys already lodging in our room. Luckily our room had 2 private bathrooms (everything but a shower): 1 boys and 1 girls. So I had a bathroom for myself but I know they used it because the toilet seat was left up a couple times. Boys aren't slick at all. The showers were in a hallway common area for all the guest of the hostel to use.
We found out pretty quickly that you don't want to climb the metal ladder without shoes, it feels like your feet are curling around the bar... we're not monkeys. Oh and check it out... curtains! A little privacy but you can still hear everyone as if they're right there in the room with you... because... they're right there in the room with you! I won't miss hearing the boys blast farts in the morning, I might miss their stories about "chicks dude".
We learned in Spain, the nighlife doesn't begin till almost midnight. The weather was absolutely perfect our first night. The streets were crowded with people, so many people just walking around, sitting on steps, having gelato, shopping, eating dinner, etc.
We found a great restaurant, Casa Delfin. We did tapas and had beer, the food was great!
La Seu Cathedral
Santa Maria Del Mar
Robot is praying
Inside Santa Maria del Mar
Outside Santa Maria del Mar. That's me on the steps!
The Night We Can't Remember But Will Never Forget
The sangria got the best of us and the next morning we said those famous words "I'm never drinking again". We tried to save money by drinking out of plastic jugs of Sangria bought from the local market... take a mental note that the alcohol volume labeled in bold says 11.4%. How do they do it? The stuff is like fruit juice!
We had a 9 hour tain ride from Nice to Barcelona and it was nice to travel 1st class. We heard horror stories about the European trains but ours was nice, reclining seats, wall sconce lighting, plenty of room, and a food/drink cart that had EVERYTHING. Our train stopped in Marsielle for about 10 minutes and we just sat patiently and stared out our window.
Lots of excitement going on at the train station that day, people sitting and waiting for their train to arrive, finding ways to pass time like picking their nose as if there's a nose picking competition coming up and they want the gold! This chick meant business, she'd pick for a while...stop...pick again...look at her finger...rub her mouth...dig again...stop...she didn't care and the stranger sitting next to her had no clue!
A couple benches down from her was this guy... he had to know right? Its a little chilly, he's wearing a jacket, he has to feel the breeze on his crack.
Alright enough of our train stop experiences. We're in Barcelona and the this city is beautiful, the people are friendly and most speak English so we put our Spanish aside and said forget trying to attempt to speak Catalano.
Gothic Point Hostel
Our hostel wasn't too far of a walk from the train station. We stayed here at Gothic Point, its a youth hostel and our first hostel. Mainly students stay here but you see older people as well. We saw a couple old enough to be our grandparents here so the hostel is still welcoming to the non youthful like us.
The hostel had a common area with tables and couches a small kitchen, tv, games and plenty of information for tourists. Since the youthful stay here there's a lot of information on clubs and bars.
These were our beds, there are two beds side by side on the top bunk. So complete strangers could actually sleep this close to each other if the place was booked!
Our room sleeps 12 people and is a "mixed" room meaning shared room of female and male. When we arrived we had I think a group of 8 American boys already lodging in our room. Luckily our room had 2 private bathrooms (everything but a shower): 1 boys and 1 girls. So I had a bathroom for myself but I know they used it because the toilet seat was left up a couple times. Boys aren't slick at all. The showers were in a hallway common area for all the guest of the hostel to use.
We found out pretty quickly that you don't want to climb the metal ladder without shoes, it feels like your feet are curling around the bar... we're not monkeys. Oh and check it out... curtains! A little privacy but you can still hear everyone as if they're right there in the room with you... because... they're right there in the room with you! I won't miss hearing the boys blast farts in the morning, I might miss their stories about "chicks dude".
We learned in Spain, the nighlife doesn't begin till almost midnight. The weather was absolutely perfect our first night. The streets were crowded with people, so many people just walking around, sitting on steps, having gelato, shopping, eating dinner, etc.
We found a great restaurant, Casa Delfin. We did tapas and had beer, the food was great!
La Seu Cathedral
Santa Maria Del Mar
Robot is praying
Inside Santa Maria del Mar
Outside Santa Maria del Mar. That's me on the steps!
The Night We Can't Remember But Will Never Forget
The sangria got the best of us and the next morning we said those famous words "I'm never drinking again". We tried to save money by drinking out of plastic jugs of Sangria bought from the local market... take a mental note that the alcohol volume labeled in bold says 11.4%. How do they do it? The stuff is like fruit juice!
In the common area of our hostel. You can see Mike in the background sitting with the boys from our room,
Now I'm where Mike was sitting and having a good time.
Making new friends... we liked them.
See the dangerous jugs of cheap, sneak-up-on-you sangria. I don't know how many bottles we all went through. I'm sure the market ran out due to us.
Oh hey, we're in a club... When did that happen? It wasn't apart of the plan to "have a chill night".
Our new Facebook friends and they're American. They can stay with us anytime.
How am I bent backwards and how did I not fall? Or did I?
There was dancing? I was dancing?
This must be the part right before I got kicked out of the place for throwing up. "I'll never drink again"
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Our new Facebook friends and they're American. They can stay with us anytime.
How am I bent backwards and how did I not fall? Or did I?
There was dancing? I was dancing?
This must be the part right before I got kicked out of the place for throwing up. "I'll never drink again"
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