So I finished my three week intensive learning course and Shelbi and I went off to travel for 8 days.
First stop: Barcelona, Spain.
We took: 3 trains, 2 buses, and a plane to get there.. we flew with Ryanair which in general wasn't bad but they are huge jerks about your luggage. Everyone gets 1 carry on that has to be less than 10 kg and has to fit in this damn carboard box that happens to be skinny and tall and I had a dufflebag that was bulky. SO pretty much this meant that for all of our flights I was wearing 6 shirts and 2 sweaters and for the flight from Barcelona to Ibiza, and Ibiza home I had my pillow stuffed up my shirt(!!!!) so that my luggage would fit in there damn box. (if it doesn't you pay like 40 euros to check it which is usually at least double what you paid for the flight in the first place) ... anyway!... we finally get to Barcelona!
We stayed in this really sweet hostel the first two nights, it's called Kabul. It was off of La Rambla street - the main street of Barcelona - which also is apparently the number one place in the whole world to get pick-pocketed (luckily we made it out with everything). Anyway, our hostel was in the Plaza Real right off La Rambla - so it was very convenient. We stayed in a room with 5 sets of bunk-beds and you got a locker to put all your stuff in. It was pretty sweet because we met people from all over the world: Australia, Italy, some guy from Milwaukee, some guy from 39 year-old guy from Indiana who ended up later telling us the saddest story you could ever hear, and our favorites - girls from Virginia Tech who we ended up spending a lot of time with. At Kabul it was sweet because for 20 euros a night they fed you breakfast and dinner and they got you into a different club every night for free!
Now the night life in Barcelona was crazy!! Literally we would eat dinner at 8:30 and then nap for a few hours get up and we all met downstairs to go out at 1:45 am. SO CRAZY... this obviously means you weren't to bed until like 6 am but it was so fun!
Shelbi and I got up early both days we stayed there and the first day we went on this hop-on-hop-off bus tour that ended up being the best way to see the city! it took you to all the sites and it had an audio guided tour so we knew what we were looking at.
The architecture in Barcelona is absolutely stunning! Its mostly influenced by this guy named Gauldi who had some crazy ideas (very moseque -->).He had a house there and a park that had multiple levels and when you got to the top you could see all of Barcelona. We spent the next few days exploring the city we saw so many different sites: the Plaza del Pi, the place where Christopher Columbus was
met by the King and Queen, the Old Jewish Quarter, the Plaza de la Constitucion, la Sagrada Familia, old Roman Ruins, Camp Nou where FC Barcelona plays soccer.. .and so so much more!
Our last night in Kabul we ate dinner and met some awesome girls from Virginia Tech, they invited us to come downstairs to see a flamenco show with them. It was pretty cool but not at all what I was expecting. There was a group of 4 Spanish men who sang and played traditional Spanish music in the background of the small stage. It was really impressive. The dancing was kinda lame to be honest, one girl, one guy who danced together. But I had never seen flamingo dancing so I guess I have nothing to compare it to. All I can say is it is a very emotional dance.
After the show - we went back to the hostel to nap and get ready before we went out for the night. We went downstairs to hang out in the hostel bar until they took us out to a club in Barcelona -- the Cat Walk! We danced All night!! It was a blast because we were just one big group of girls. We were given a bottle of free champagne from some of the club management - because they were giving drinks to pretty girls... it was a little random but you know.. you roll with it. It was really cool because they took us straight to the bar, and handed us fancy glasses and all..
Ahh the men in Barcelona. Very grabby, very over the top, and very very forward. At the end of the night aka 4:30 am. we went home, mostly because you get sick of being touched so much. Kinda nasty... oh well, dancing is always fun!After two days we moved to a different hostel that was literally 20 steps from the beach.
This hostel- not as cool but it was on the beach and we still got breakfast every morning. The rooms there were crazy because although you got 9 people in your room, for some reason the walls didn't connect to the ceiling so you could hear everyone in the room next to you and the room next to them... and so on. So yeah there were 9 people in your room, BUT you heard 41 people. Aka LOUD!!! But all was good, we met a guy from England who was studying in Valencia named Roger, and a girl named Zoe who was backpacking (alone) through Europe before she went to college back home in New Zealand. I was really in awe by here because she was 18, just living out of a back, no direction really, working odd jobs here and there, and just generally enjoying being free in life. She ended up getting crazy drunk one night but it was still fun.
During the day on the third day Shelbi and I found this AMAZING market off of La Rambla street, it had all this fresh fruit, home made candy, sea food, meat (i'm talking full legs, heads, etc) and all this other amazing food. We tried a traditional dish from Spain: Seafood Paella, it was like rice with some green vegetables and all different kinds of seafood, some still came with eyes and claws :/ needless to say we were a little out of our league. but it was really good! Walking back to our hostel one day we found that guy who was from Indiana - he had checked out of Kabul after we met him because it was what he called "hotel MTV" (hey... I loved it). anyway we found him when we stopped to listen to this guy singing and playing guitar by the port and he ended up telling us his whole life story. SO SAD!!... he was married, had three daughters who were pretty young..like 11 i think. His wife left him for some guy who made more money than he did and he was backpacking around Europe trying to sort out his life after his wife essentially took his everything. I couldn't believe how willing he was to just tell two 20-something year-old girls about his life like that. Just shows that you can meet anyone and everyone here..
All in all Barcelona was an amazing city with beautiful architecture and amazing people! We spent 5 days there, which I have to say is a little long but still... totally worth it!
So we took another Ryanair flight to Ibiza, we got there on Sunday so pretty much everything was closed. But we hiked all across Ibiza town to find this hotel that we had been moved to. (our other one canceled on us like 5 days before we got there because they were closing for the season - shady i know.) so we get there and the guy at the desk tells us that we have to go back to where we started and go to their other hotel which ended up being the shadiest place I have ever stayed IN MY LIFE!! the woman at the front desk was a huge jerk and she seemed to think that the hotel she was working for was absolutely fabulous!! later I realized how much lower the standard of living was in Spain... I'm such a spoiled American, and I like it that way.
So our room, two beds, one nasty bathroom that I would eventually discover a cockroach in, and a kitchen that was in a closet. I have mixed feelings about it, we used it a ton, but also managed to blow it up once too. Anyway..
So the first night we were there we managed to find some little old store and bought stuff for dinner and while we were eating we heard this parade sort of thing outside, we followed it to the beach of course! It ended up being like 10 different groups of dancers that were dressed in amazing colorful Spanish-style clothes and they each did a different dance on this stage that they had set up on the beach. It was so cool! Ibiza had so much culture. Pretty much no one spoke English which was different, usually we could get by with German or English, not here!
One day we took a bus across the island to this cave that was in the side of a cliff, it was a
mazing! I've never seen anything so beautiful. This cave was used by smugglers and robbers to stash all their findings way back when. It even had a waterfall! From where you walked along the cliff to get to it you could see everything! It looked out over the Mediterranean and you could see Majorca in the distance. Ibiza had beautiful beaches and an amazing coastline. We spent part of a day walking around a part of town called Dalt Villa. It was an old fort that you hiked up and it overlooked the whole city, you could see the port, the city, and the ocean. Google it- words don't do this place justice.On the Tuesday that we were there we didn't do much, it was a Holiday in Spain so everything was closed and it was
seriously like a tropical storm outside so we couldn't go lay on the beach. By this point I was getting sick of this place and their lack of hygiene. But we still had one more day and we spent it just walking around and enjoying the sights one last time. All in all Ibiza was gorgeous, but I don't think I'd ever go back.On our way home we spent like 5 hours in the airport in Ibiza, flew to Frankfurt-Hahn airport, took another bus to the train station in Frankfurt (by this time it was Thursday morning at 2 am) we splurged and payed 50 euros to take the good train at 2:30 and we were back in Freiburg at 5 am. So exhausted and happy to be back!
I had a blast while I was gone but Freiburg is now like home and this trip really made me appreciate the things I do have here. So recommendations: skip Ibiza unless you're going during the high tourist summer season, and Definitely go to Barcelona.
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