Barcelona Mar Be Hostels

Hello my friends, family, and fans! You are now reading my first international travel blog entry, and even more special because it is being written abroad, while I am at the destination! If you read my introduction, you know that I decided on an impromptu Europe trip after all, because when your friends can go, and you can as well, you have to jump on it! That is kind of the way I live my life, so it made perfect sense. What I did not tell you was that when my friends called me, Barcelon...

I remember when I got off the plane in Amsterdam, my heart was racing. Not because of fear or nervousness, but because of sheer excitement to be back in Europe for the first time since 2001. That was when I visited Italy with my mom and sister, but at the time, I was too young to appreciate everything like I was about to this time. I had been getting all caught up on my Spanish through Rosetta Stone, only to find out that when I got there, they prefer to speak Catalán in Barcelona, rather tha...

Woozy and delirious from the night before, I stumbled from my hostel bunk to the local panaderia down the block. Shuffling through my Spanish mental word bank on the way, I was able to come up with my food request. I had already committed to a chocolate croissant. All I knew now was that I needed something with electrolytes in it to drink. I disappointed myself when I got to the counter and was only able to muster out, "Pan de chocolate y....un...no, dos...Gatorades." Not bad, huh? I will tel...

Our first business of the day was to take care of yesterday's tattoo issue. That made the overall objective pretty easy: ACTUALLY GET ONE! I snapped a picture of Cox slithering his way into the booth that was too crowded for me to sit in during the process. I told Cox that in celebration of getting his tattoo, I would leap on the giant cat in the plaza located near our hostel. Let's just say we both held up our ends of the bargain.


Having walked everywhere in walkable distance ov...

The title of this entry is appropriate, because to those living in Barcelona, this is the top of the world. Gathering the troops together after my Rip Van Winkle sleep session, we left the hostel and boarded the bus to its highest point in the city. At this point, I was already satisfied with the view and the air felt so clean, free of the sometimes-asphyxiating city pollution. Little did I know that we were only partially there.


Ascending through vintage backstreets and more gr...

This morning we got kicked out of our hostel because there wasn't enough room, so we went off to find a new one. We decided to try out the Kabul, which was a pretty famous hostel on Las Ramblas. We went there to get a room but had to put our names on a waiting list. We were number 25 and they only had 20 beds. So, I stayed and waited to see if we would get a room while Leah went to look for an alternative. Good thing she did because we didn't get a room at the Kabul that night. Instead, we st...

Barcelona, what can we say we have been here so many times that it feels like home. It is one of those cities that instantly grabs you from the moment you step into the sun. From the beaches, the clubs, its first rate Tapas Bars, Barcelona has it all. Even though we have been here before we never stop finding new things to see and do. It is hard to miss Las Ramblas (roughly 1km long) the main street in Barcelona it has everything from street performers, human statues (which annoy Shona), pet ...

We got to Barcelona feeling a little afraid of what we would find. Everyone we had talked to had loved it so much, but we had also talked to alot of people who had had things stolen from them there as well. I had read alot of blogs that warned about pickpockets and the last thing either of us needed was to lose our wallets and passports right before we went home. It was raining when we arrived so it wasn't the initial feeling that the city was as beautiful as the others we had visited, but we...

What a carrrraaaaaazzzzzzy day! Missed my flight at first due to the trains not running from Victoria station. Which meant i had to catch a bus to stansted airport. i missed my flight by 5 minutes and easyjet would not let me check-in. 45 pounds later, i boarded another bus for luton airport, and took the 2pm flight to Barcelona. finally made it to Spain on 1 hour sleep - and proceeded to make my way to the Barcelona Mar Hostel. This took a bit of effort as I do not speak spanish. I did know ...

I took an extremely long 10 hour train ride to get to Barcelona from Nice France. I wish I had taken the guy up on the overnight train because it wore me out and I wasted a day traveling. I seem to only meet Aussies that come from the city of Melbourne because I sat next to one on the train down. The guy is going to travel for 7 months. Including 3 months on some rich guys yacht in the South Pacific. Not too bad!

Barcelona is pretty cool so far. I got so used to the French way and now...