Viva Espana! Day 3

The third day in Spain wasn’t much less hectic. That’s alright though; it made it fun. Day 2 and 3 in a way just felt like one really long day. That was aided by my 2 hours of sleep I got. We all woke up earlier then we had planned because we needed to get to Barcelona before our tickets were scheduled for. Janhavi, Luis, and I planned a last-minute trip to Ibiza and our flight was at 5:15pm, and we were originally supposed to get to Barcelona by train at 3:30pm. That wasn’t going to work. We got to the train station, and we all caught a train that got us to Barcelona around 1pm.

Before we headed to the train station, we made our trips first stop at a McDonald’s. Yes, that sounds very American, but I have made it a deal that I will eat at a McDonald’s in each country we visit. It is a comfort food for us, but each McDonald’s around the world has different items. At the McDonald’s in Spain, they only have one menu. Since I was there for breakfast, I ended up having a cheeseburger meal. That was odd, but it tasted so good. They also have a pastry section in Spain. They had muffins, danishes, cheesecake, chocolate cakes, etc. I also tried their onion rings which were awesome.

After McDonald’s, we headed to the station. Since we had failed at fixing our tickets the day before, we were all kind of frantic. I was fine because I had everything I needed, but Stephanie still didn’t have her rail pass and wasn’t going to be able to afford each ticket individually. It costs about 10 times as much to buy a single ticket as opposed to tickets with a rail pass. Instead of dealing with it, Stephanie decided to try and make it on the train with her reservation and not her rail pass. Doing that gave all of us a heart attack. When we went up to the counter to get on the train, we all only took out our reservations hoping they wouldn’t ask for our passes. Of course, they ended up asking for them. We tried acting stupid, but that didn’t work so we all put our passes up at the same time to try and overwhelm them…that tactic worked. They lost count of how many they had seen and thought they had seen them all. Stephanie lucked out and got to Barcelona without her rail pass.

Once we finally got to Barcelona, we took the Metro right to our Hostel. We stayed in a very nice hostel right in a historic part of the city. It was about a half block from one of Gaudi’s houses. It was very convenient to get anywhere we wanted. Luis, Janhavi, and I didn’t have much time before we had to head to the airport at this point, so we just decided to get ready.

Our trip to Ibiza was one of the most epic things I have ever done. We basically just flew to the island to go clubbing. We felt like celebrities in a way because we got all dressed up before we got on the airplane in Barcelona. We were only staying in Ibiza for 12 hours, so we didn’t take anything but what we had on us. Barcelona’s airport is one of the nicest airports I have ever been to. The section we were in was brand new. However, the security there was very lax. We barely had to do anything to get to our gate. Kind of made us nervous, but we didn’t care at that point…we just wanted to get to Ibiza. We requested row 4 when we made our reservations online. When we got on, we saw that rows 1-3 were “1st class”. No one sits in them, however, because they are the same exact seats as the rest of the plane, just at the front. Even though we had nice seats, it was the loudest plane I had ever been on. It sounded like I was sitting in the jet the whole way there. Thankfully it was a very short flight…only about 45 minutes.

When we got to Ibiza, we caught a taxi and headed to Marcelo and Salo’s apartment that they rented for a few days. Salo is from Mexico and I don’t know where Marcelo is from…all I know is that they spent thousands in Spain alone. Ridiculous, but it was nice to have some place to go when we got there. We ended up changing into other people’s clothes at the apartment because everyone else was going to the beach. We went and walked around the beach for about 3 hours before dinner. The beach there is incredible. It is very much a tourist attraction though. There are clubs and bars lining all the beaches. It was fun to just walk around. At about 9pm, we headed back to the apartment and changed back into our nice clothes. We headed out for dinner. Salo had made reservations at a restaurant for a bunch of us, but it was way more expensive than what I wanted to pay. Instead of going there, a few of us went to a place down the street. It was really good; I got chicken, salad, and potatoes. We got done with dinner around midnight and wanted to head to the club. Everyone else wanted to head back to the apartment for an hour, so we headed to Privilege without them.

Privilege was AMAZING. This club was unreal. It is the world’s largest club. Capacity of 10,000 people. We all went because DJ Tiesto was playing that night. He is Privilege’s resident DJ. Cameras aren’t allowed, but I was determined to take pictures and videos, so I stuck my camera in my underwear. Haha. We all got patted down as we went in and I’m positive that every part of my body was patted down. They somehow didn’t feel my camera though. When we got in, we were all in awe. It was just insane. People were everywhere. We fought our way to the front and just started dancing. After about an hour or so, we ran into some other SAS kids. We danced with them for awhile and just made our way around. Then Tiesto came out. The place erupted. Tons of dancers came out from behind the stage, from the ceiling, from everywhere imaginable. There really aren’t many words that can describe the club. My videos I took will describe it better.

At about 4:30am, Janhavi and I rounded up our group of 5 that had to get back to the airport. We had 4 of us, but I had to go drag Sabrina out because she didn’t want to leave…I don’t blame her. We finally made it out and got a taxi. We definitely over paid, but we had to get there. I think we paid 35 euro to get there. We got quite the looks when we got to the airport because we all looked so disgusting. It was all really funny though. We finally got on the plane at about 5:30am and I fell asleep right away. I honestly remember none of the flight. I fell asleep before the doors closed, and was woken up when people were already leaving the plane. I didn’t think we had even left Ibiza yet. It was some much needed sleep, but we got about 5 more hours when we got back to our hostel in Barcelona.

Well I am off to dinner on my last day in Morocco. I will be on the ship for the next week so I will get caught back up on my blogs. Take care!