Drinking and Touristing Do Not Mix

Let me paint you a picture…

You pop up in your bed, head from pillow to vertical in one far too quick motion. You’re sure it must be the middle of the afternoon and you’ve missed all your planned activities for the day. Your head is throbbing as if someone has done batting practice on your skull. Your mouth is so dry you’re sure you’ve somehow had a Freaky Friday moment with that Moroccan camel you rode as it wanders parched through the Sahara, no water in sight. Your voice sounds like a dude. And best yet, you remember 24 year-old Anders from Norway wanted to sleep in your bunk bed. Awesome.

Welcome to Barcelona!

Here’s what happened…

Our first night in Barcelona, Jenny and I had a great plan intact. We were going to go to the huge market off of La Rambla, pick up some picnic-y things for dinner and head up to Montjuic to see the Magic Fountains. All ready to go, we head outside and all of a sudden, it’s raining. After the bluest of blue days, it just starts coming down. Unfortunately for us we had no Plan B and an umbrella did not go with my outfit! So there we are, looking cute, yet running through the rain. All of us ladies know, this combination does not mix. Naturally, we did the only thing that made any logical sense….we took solace in a bar…an Irish bar no less…in Spain. (I’ll call it a small tribute to our grandmother.) Just as I was sitting on my bar stool, drinking my beer, feeling a little bit sorry that our plans were ruined, a group of Danes came in…wasted. They were in town for the FC Barcelona game and REALLY enjoying their trip. Needless to say, we spent our evening pounding the most delicious mojitos and hanging out with a large group of Danes….in an Irish bar….in Spain. The evening was a great success, so much fun and quite memorable….ok maybe not sooo memorable. Not quite what we expected for the evening but hey, best laid plans am I right?

To add even more of a bonus to this one, after knocking back multiple Excedrine and looking for food to soak up that alcohol like we were on a mission from God, I looked down into my bag to find it full of coasters. Coasters, everywhere. One bag…full of coasters. Apparently, Anders from Norway wanted to do a little decorating under his glass coffee table and I was willing to help out. What is my life?!

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