Barcelona:

On March 12th, I had the pleasure of embarking on a trip to Barcelona, in the company of my lovely friend Emma. I had never been to Spain, so this was an unexpected treat. I was also lucky to be shown around by a local. My trip would not have been possible without.
The entire experience was incredible. The city was a feast for my eyes, and ultimately, my stomach as well. On the first day we walked all over the city. Like many European cities, God was very present. We visited a few churches, but nothing amused me more than the cathedral gift shop. There were hologram Jesus cards! They were about the size of a trading card, but they had a variety of religious depictions. I quite liked the Jesus crucifixion/resurrection. When you turned the card side to side, his eyes would open and close. There was also one with his face appearing in the shroud.
I also got a taste of blessed hot chocolate. That’s right! Its melted chocolate, mixed with blessed alcohol! It was very rich. But, in a way, I feel like adding alcohol is cheating. Who isn’t going to have a spiritual experience whilst intoxicated? It made me wonder if the word spirits, when referring to booze, comes from “spiritual.” I didn’t bother looking into this, because I would like to imagine it does!
I would go into a long story about all the details about my trip, but I would rather just elaborate on some random points here and there, because those are the moments I would like to remember.
On Friday, we attempted to board the air tram (almost more like a gondola chair lift) but it was too windy and they wouldn’t let us on. Apparently there was a fear that we may have plummeted to our death.
That night, Emma’s mother made us some delicious fish. But soon after, I had to take a nap, because I was exhausted. We had a whole night in front of us, and I wasn’t about to let a little thing like energy get in the way.
We went out around 10, in Spain. That is comparable to going out on the town at 6pm here. People generally don’t start to party till around 1 AM. Regardless, we arrived at a local club in her neighborhood at 12ish, after having a few rounds at a bar. I was a bit buzzed, but nowhere near drunk.
Emma had warned me that she had once tried to hook up with the DJ there, and she was curious to see if he would remember. She called him Mr. Dubois, because he resembled the character of that name on the show “Medium.” I have never seen it, so I took her word. It was also much more amusing to refer to him as DJ Dubois. Regardless if he remembered her or not, we were the first two people there. We sat, bobbing our heads to the music, acknowledging the fact that it was a bit lame we were so early. But, we got free shots out of it, so there was no reason to complain. As the night went on, so did the drinking, and the free shots. Many people eventually turned up. There was a plethora of wonderful music, and I was having a great night. However, it became a perfect night when I awarded myself a smooch from a very cute Spanish boy. He looked like how I had imagined some men in London would look. But I have yet to really find this variety. The Jim Sturgess big doe eyed type. He also had the shaggy hair to boot. I wasn’t speaking Spanish very well, and he was doing about the same in English. So I just asked Emma how to say, “I want to kiss you.” It worked. It makes me wonder if I can be so brave in English, or if I should just go on saying it in Spanish. I actually can’t remember how. All in all, it was a great night. I can’t remember feeling that happy and carefree since the time I went to the Bahamas for spring break when I was 17.
On Saturday, we made it to the Aquarium. I was looking forward to this. I am happy to report, that in addition to the usual Sand Tiger Sharks, there were also small Black Tips and White Tips. I don’t usually see them. I’m pretty sure they can fatally wound you in nature. Pretty Sweet! There was also some great Octopus to see. It was the first time I found myself staring at something that I had been eating the previous day. Well maybe that has happened before with cows or chickens. But I was never so very aware of it!

We went out again Saturday night, but I felt like I was just trying to re-do Friday. It didn’t work. Without Andres, it just wasn’t as lovely. Plus there had been a creepy Georgian guy the night before, and he was there again! - Attacking us regardless of how many times we told him to go away. I literally pushed him off me and slapped him away. It was useless. Shortly after I turned to see him sleazing on some other poor woman. Some people…. But I still had fun. I just love to dance. What can I say?
All in all, my trip was more of an experience than something I can put into words. Many of the memories I have will just be in my head. I won’t be able to verbalize. But I can say: Spanish people are lovely and warm, Barcelona is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been to, and Spanish boys are pretty. 

PS: If you ever happen to encounter a big fat moody bitch at UK immigration, avoid her. She will make your life hell.