A dream come true. I came to visit Spain. Took a flight from NYC to Turkey and then from there to Spain. Such a long flight!!! Arrived in Barcelona almost mid-day and went straight to the hotel to freshen up for the first to-do in agenda, a soccer game. It was an unforgettable experience.
On the way to the game I got to see the streets of Barcelona in the day and after it, I appreciated all the lights of the night and watched as people went about their business. There are many shops, stores, cafes and restaurants in this town. I actually was surprised at the amount of American stores I saw here. I even found Starbucks here! Not one but many of them. Why am I surprised you ask? Well, in a place where the coffee is so delicious I thought I'd see something else than my favorite big chain coffee back at home. I guess I kinda wanted to have European version of Starbucks. May I dare to say...something better?
I took pictures. Bonded with my best of besties and ended up going to a lovely cafe right by the hotel for a small bite. The coffee was to die for, the prices good and the service nothing less than great. We were so beat from the trip to get here that the energy was running low so we revisited the hotel.
After a few hours of lounging around, making sure our families knew we were safe and sound and talking about the soccer game we headed back out around 11:30pm.
To our surprise the streets were empty. So empty I started to wonder if it was some kind of holiday and we just came to a ghost town. We walked for a while but it just didn't feel very alive here. We ended up eating at a place that looked like some sort of dinner. It was the only one opened late near the area where we were. The food was good. The service not so much. The server really took his time. Since we weren't in a rush it didn't matter much.
On the way back a bit more people seemed to be out but still not enough for a Saturday night i my opinion. We were a block or two from the hotel when finally we see signs of life! Tons of people out. They all looked fresh out of home. There it was. The evidence that here they party late. Very late! It's not until passed one or two in the morning that you see the night life starting to come alive. Just like that, ghost town gone and fun town in. By that time I couldn't survive another minute without rest. I needed to sleep so with pain in my heart and the sound of the young and free invading the streets around the hotel I closed my eyes until late this morning.
Here are some pics for your enjoyment!
Scroll all the way down for details on what I wore this beautiful day!
Until next time lovelies!