Barcelona (like 5 million years later)

I went to Barcelona a couple of weeks ago and it was the most enjoyable amount of chaos I've ever endured. Our hostal was pretty far from downtown, so we had to take a bus to the train to the metro to get there. Phew, long commute! Some may say that we stayed in ''Barcelona County'' (ahem, Maira Hernandez).

The hostal was really nice though and even had a pool! There were nine of us sleeping in a hostal meant for six people, so that was rather Tetris-esque. It didn't really matter though because we only slept for 2 hours on Friday night and stayed out the whole night Saturday. No big.

The city is gorgeous, architecture wise and in terms of people, but I like madrileños better (people from Madrid). They're just nicer, or at least that's the impression I get. Nothing against Barcelona, I just really like Madrid.

There was this huge festival going on, though I'm not sure what for. Everytime there's a festival in Spain and I ask a Spaniard what it's for, they always just say, ''Oh, it's a festival.'' Not helpful! There was a long parade with people dressed up in giant costumes, like really large puppets. The coolest part was when they used this big projector to project a Mario type sequence on the face of the building so it looked like there were actually people running between the windows while the building was morphing. So awesome!

The second night we went to a concert/dance party with thousands of people. As you might expect, the night ended with us watching some girl pass out on the ground because she was too drunk. But we were all okay, and thankful for that.

The bus ride home was over 8 hours(!) and I conked out super hard. So hard in fact that I didn't even wake up when we stopped for the bathroom and subsequently left some poor soul behind at the gas station! I can't even imagine what I would do in that situation. Probably cry my eyes out until someone came to help me. Hooray for employing the helpless woman image!

Oh! Okay, so the part that was actually the coolest was going to the Picasso Museum! It was free because of the festival and we were able to make it just in time before it closed. He was...impressive, although apparently a ''pig'' when it came to women (here I would like to cite Fran Hopkins. Hi mom!). If you're ever in Spain make sure to visit this location. It's a fun city!