Barcelona: Are we human or are we dancers?

David and Josh will be satisfied to know that all of our gloating about moving on to warmer climate is not what it's made out to be...it is hot AND humid  here.  The days have been sunny, which is a nice change from London.

DAY 1
We arrived in Barcelona, found our Hostel and did what Erika does best...we took a long nap.  We spent the afternoon walking the boardwalk and getting to know our surroundings.  We quickly became friends with our roommates and spent the night playing flipcup, a new phenomenon for many around here, and exploring the area around us. 

DAY 2
Another hot and humid day, with a little rain, we hiked up, well we didn't really have to hike, we took the escalators up most of the way, to Parc Guell and soaked up the scenery of the city from the hilltops.  Erika began to get her fill of the work of Gaudi.

We took the metro, we have become pretty good at navigating ourselves around, to Sagrada de Famillia and marveled at its beauty.  We tried to listen in on tours to find out as much as we could about it.

Tonight was the night to go out, Ben wanted stories....Ben we have stories.  We got ready whilst drinking wine out of plastic cups,listening to music and thinking that we had already broken Alex's straightener, crisis averted...it worked the next morning.  We taught a few German and French friends how to play Fuck the Dealer and ultimately how to "ride the bus".  We went out danced and sang until we were asked to leave the bar and joined some friends on the beach for a few beers and new drinking games.  Of course we don't realize that it's 7 a.m. and the sun is rising.

DAY 3
As anyone can probably guess we did not wake up for the walking tour we committed to.  Instead we slept in.  After we had gotten just enough beauty sleep we headed out to explore Picasso's Museum and lay by the beach.  We will enjoy some more Sangria tonight, because we clearly haven't drank enough of it, and will hit the beach tomorrow before we catch the train to Valencia!

Day 4
Well last night did not go as planned. The headline should read "two Canadian girls enjoying quiet dinner in square mobbed by a pack of British insurance brokers". Their apology for intruding in our space included more sangria, fun facts about Brits, and convincing us to dance the night away (literally where did the time go?)at a nearby club.

Needless to say we did not make it back to the beach today, Alex could barely make it down the stairs.

It's 8 p.m. in Valencia, Alex is on the mend and hostel staff has convinced us to damage our livers some more tonight!