Barcelona: La vida loca

Fortunately, the Monday after Amsterdam was a holiday which gave me some time to recuperate from a fun filled yet exhausting weekend. Tuesday classes were decent but the highlight was visiting Mediterraneo at night with sir Fil. We were treated again by a working Mar and indulged ourselves throughout the evening. Mar sang along with many other magnificent local artists and we stayed out late until the night. Feeling as though I finally knew Barca well enough, I attempted to walk home (and this place isn’t exactly close to my resi) from Med. I got off to a good start but took a wrong turn at some point and although on the correct road, I ended up walking in the opposite direction. Frustrated and exhausted at 4am, I took a cab home and passed out. Wednesday marked another evening of ultimate with the fall league that I had joined here in Barcelona. My team again played well but fell short for another consecutive week. I clearly impressed though as I was invited to play with both of the local club teams here in the city. Thursday came and classes passed fairly quickly and for some reason everyone in the program decided it should be oveja negra night (a local joint near my resi). I of course attended but when it got to be close to 4am, I had to head home as I needed to catch an early flight to Portugal that same morning. It was nice to spend a few days in Barcelona before heading to Portgual with Ian and Mikel on Friday.