Barceloneta

After breakfast, a quick walkaround, and a journaling/photo organizing session, we headed to Barceloneta (the beach is thataway) and quickly became fascinated with the ferris wheel that overlooked the city. Surrounded by upbeat music and good vibes, we caught a ride up that was completely worth the four euros. Moving at a decent pace, it went around multiple times giving both views of the city and the water.

After getting off, we quickly noticed the sunset and the spectacular colours that began to overlook us. Mixes of blue, lavender, and orange built up our adrenaline as we attempted to chase one of the most stunning sunsets. Alongside Barcelona’s vibrant coloured buildings, we began to really appreciate this city’s beauty.

Chasing sunsets can make two gals quite hungry, and as the light faded and night came, we headed inside a hip restaurant called FOC where we were fascinated with everything from the decor, drinks, and deliciousness. We both indulged in some delicious ceviche, which I accompanied with a watermelon mojito and Kezia with a house made guava lemonade (to die for, apparently).  Our timing in Barcelona couldn’t have been more perfect, as the exact days we were here corresponded with the La Merce Festival. At this point, we thought we would be alongside fire breathing dragons, but had unfortunately missed that parade due to our sunset chasing and late dinner. We then noticed the familiar sound of fireworks, and noticed crowds quickly rushing through alleys. We followed suit, literally ending our night with a bang.

My night, however, didn’t end there. Kezia headed back to the hostel and I met up with my German friend Malte, who I had briefly met in Vancouver and again two years ago when I was visiting Munich. He had just moved to Barcelona to work on his masters and I was so happy to meet up with a familiar face.  We first headed to his friend’s where a mix of international students from all over we’re laughing over drinks. It always amazes me how no matter where you are from, good times and laughter are universal.

A smaller group of us then headed to a bar called razzmatazz, where a live band was playing electro-indie music and the dance party commenced. Hands down, partying in Europe is not only later (we probably headed to the bar at 3, the average time when you’re already heading home back in Vancouver) but way better. The music then transitioned into a mix of indie remixes (there was some Mumford and Sons, Jet’s ‘Are You Gonna Be My Girl’ made an appearance, and other great tunes) that made this night all sorts of incredible.

Check. I can officially cross partying all night in Barcelona off my “non-existent’ to do list.