No, I do not have kids but my neighbors children really enjoy giving me a preview of what it will be like when I do - i.e. getting up at ungodly hours and screaming (that's the children not me, though I've felt like screaming bit myself since they woke me). Since I'm up, I thought I'd update you all on the goings on in blahdy barceloner, as Sofie likes to call it.
Yes that's right, Ginny and Sofie, the lovely people who's christmas I crashed are in town for a couple days. Unfortunately poor Sofie had been dragged around all day with the 'grownups' to see every tourist attraction in Barcelona and so I met up with the girls to give her a little taste of one of the greatest parts of Barcelona, the nightlife! We first headed over to Shamrock, the little irish pub we hate to love, to have a few pints. Daniela and Anaise, her friend visiting from France came over to say hello, almost at the same time we ran into one of our spanish friends, Fabiano and his friend (who I've been introduced to more than twice and still can't remember his name). All in all we had a great time, speaking a little french, a lot of english, and a peppering of Sof's horrific spanish.
We lost a couple of good men at this point (La Yenni, Fabs and his friend were 'tired' - pansies.) but we trekked on to try Grouchos (a quite dirty little place, but great chupitos) that had a line halfway down the street, Oddlander (by far one of my favorite little spanish bars), and Betty Ford only to end up at Mojito Rock when everything else we tried was full. Another round of Estrella Damm for everyone and we were having a great time. All having things to do in the morning, we ended early around 2 and schlepped (or Anaise's case, half skipped, half danced, half sung) our way to the metro where we headed home.
Hearing Sofie doing an american accent, hanging out with the girls, and actually just going out (i've been holed up the economics building for about three weeks) made it a great night. I even got to see Angry Scottish Man, one of the bartenders at Shamrock who pretends to hate us.
The kids have quieted down now, but lucky for me my upstairs neighbor Trani McTranTran decided this morning would be a fantastic time to move furniture. I think I might give up trying to go back to sleep, it's time for some café con leche.
P.S. I wish I had a legitimate picture to post but alas another camera has been stolen, so here is one from London.
Us outside of what happened to be Robert Pattinson's local pub (no we didn't mean to go there, honest, we just stumbled across it...) Not the greatest photo but it'll do the trick - (From left to right) La Yenni, yours truly, Sofie, and Angela-er.
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