Hey, I actually made it back in time to be able to squeeze in yet another post before this hectic semester is upon me. Wow, I have impressed even myself.
This is where you lot pat me on my back. Thank you very much.
So with no sleep at all, I woke a sleepy Sarawakian up and insisted we get ready to start the day as I was famished and it was 7am already. We dragged our tired butts outta bed, got ourselves ready and headed down on for breakfast.
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Yeah, I was pretty out of it.
Somehow – and I don’t quite remember all of this all too well – we found our way to the nearest Hop On n Off stop and put ourselves on the bus for a relaxing tour around the city. I was pretty much awake for most of it but kinda spaced out between Hospital De Sant Pau and Plaza Catalunya. Woke up in time to enjoy the sights of the Gothic Quarter and see the life that we were deprived off during the first few days of the Christmas period. Most places shut during the time, I wouldn’t recommend any sight-seeing then.
After the first circuit, I bid The Sarawakian adieu and she continued on the second neck of the trip whilst I headed back to the hotel for a much-needed nap.
6 hours later…
I woke up feeling a lot more awake. The awesome thing about Barcelona? Life doesn’t stop at any point of the day. In fact, things get livelier as the night goes on. Clubs don’t open till 12am and there’s live music playing in almost every pub. The Sarawakian and I headed out for a late dinner of paella and tapas only to end up at Picadero, right in the midst of Plaza Catalunya where we met a bunch of very friendly waiters who were immensely intrigued with us.
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We got the paella served with style. Not complaining, we loved the attention.
After dinner, the waiter then introduced to us a pub around the corner and insisted we check it out. Meanwhile, The Sarawakian was busy entertaining another flirty waiter behind me. We decided to check it out and both excitable waiters lined the pathway leading us out of the restaurant, reminding us that they’d be with us as soon as the restaurant closed in the next 20 minutes. Guess that was company sorted out for the evening!
We made our way to said bar which was called Obama. Why the Spanish have a fascination for him, I have no idea. We didn’t go in at first try though, the men peering out through the windows threw us off. The vibe we got was akin to “Oooo, exotic women, must stare with fascination till they walk in,”. When that has ever worked, I have no idea. Do let me know if it ever has for you, dear lovely ladies. And also the intricacies in just HOW that works exactly.
Wondering where to head to next, we stumbled upon a jazz bar called Milano which was really nice. We’d just missed the live music playing there that night but made a point to get back there the next day. The bartenders were slightly older – so we got hit on less – and wore white coats. They took pride in their cocktails and the bar looked pretty spiffy too. The jazz music playing in the background made me feel like I could do this every day of my life, after work, settle in with a cocktail and just totally unwind…
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We made our way back to Obama right after for a serendipity moment featuring The Sarawakian and her newfound spanish fling, whom we eloquently named, Chikki. We joined the waiters from our meal earlier whom we later came to know as Ivan and Emmanuel. They were nice enough to treat us to a few beers – uhuh – and we had an amusing time with Emmanuel who knew very little English but was desperate to communicate with us. He spent most of the session speaking Spanish into his phone which translated his words into very poor but comprehensible English. Amusing times.
We bid the guys adieu after an hour of talking amidst amazing live music. The pub wasn’t too bad either.
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But more in the next post! I tire now and deep slumber awaits. Lives to save and all that.
Te veo luego!
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