March 10, 2012

Barca, Barca, Barca

Friday, March 2 was the first day of Spring Break. After a class field trip to Punch Powertrain and the Fruit Auction the bus dropped my roommate and I off at Brussels airport. We flew Vueling from Brussels to Barcelona which only took about 2 hours. She was able to book a free hotel for the night using her air miles so we headed to the hotel after landing. Somehow we missed our street and ended up taking a cab about a block and it cost us 7 euro. What a rip off! The next day Dylan and others met up with us at Plaza Catalunya which is like the city center plaza. I was so excited to see Dylan! Our hostel was only a few blocks from there so that was really convenient. The hostel was nice and everyone there was really friendly. It felt a little like a college dorm so we were all very at home.

Plaza Catalunya
Once everyone arrived we went back out to eat at a tapas place. The tapas were delicious but the service was the opposite. It took 2 hours to eat 4 little tapas and some other people’s food didn’t even come out so we just paid and left.  

My tapas
Dylan and I then went over to the Camp Nou, where FC Barcelona plays, to go to the FC Barcelona museum. In the museum were all of the team’s cups and trophies as well as a bunch of memorabilia. We were also able to see the stadium with no one in it. After the tour we stocked up on Barcelona gear and gifts for his family. We rushed home to get changed and pick up our tickets and then went to the game which started at 8:00pm.



More than a Club
 The game was really fun even though we didn’t get to sit together. Barcelona won 3-1 but Messi, the star player, ended up not playing so I was bummed about that. The fans were all really into the game and the lady next to me kept yelling in Spanish. We went back to the hostel after the game and got ready to go out.


We went to a bar called el gato negro or “the black cat”. They pretty much just served crazy shots. You would tell the bartender the strength that you wanted and the flavor and he would make it. All of the shots were flaming and had tricks that went along. I had a few shots but most of them were gross. We then took a cab to a club called Razz-ma-tazz. It was alright, they had a live band playing and the place was huge.


Razz-ma-tazz


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