If the Metro in Barcelona doesn't operate from 2-5am, what else is there to do except party?

In Greece I met a girl named Tash and we decided to go to Barcelona. So we booked into a hostel a couple metro stops away from the city center, Placa de Catalunya and the famous Las Ramblas. I arrived in early and met up with Tash and we decided to get something to eat. We found this little Romanian place near our hostel where the woman attempted to speak English and mostly just got angry at us if we asked for anything in the egg omlet. We came to the conclusion that we should just eat what she told us to and not ask questions.

So the site seeing began. We went to Sagrada Familia (mind spelling) which is this big church designed by Anton Guadi like, over a hundred years. The cool thing about it is that it is still being built. It won't be finished for a while yet. We toured around and saw various other Gaudi monuments on the hop on hop off bus, then came back and prepared to party. But there was a small issue: the only way to get to the good clubs was by metro, and the metro doesn't run between 2-5am. needless to say taking a cab was not in our budget. But we decided to brave it anyway. We started out at the local clubs where apparently if you are a) young, b) a girl and c) moderately attractive, you don't pay cover and you get a free drink. So we stumbled through a million different clubs, my favourite being one where they were playing the Grease soundtrack, and then moved on to a somewhat classier club (ie guys didn't hit on you AS much). There is some weird thing I found in clubs in Barcelona though, there  are random men (usually old and not so attractive) walking around in clubs handing out roses to the girls. They basically lurk you until you take one. You don't pay or anything, they just give them to you. I never really figured out what that was about. So after a lot of drinking and dancing we finally could catch the metro back and we arrived back around 6:30 just as it was getting light.

I had decided by this point I was a little bit partied out, having had enough of it in Greece as well (see pictures). So we spent the next few days doing touristy things. I went to the aquarium, because I have a not-so-secret obsession with them. It was pretty good. I learned that there is a shark that has to swim continuously or it will drown. We also went shopping and walked down Las Ramblas. For those unfamiliar with this street, it is basically a long street that extends from the city centre (placa de catalunya) right down to the water. On it, beside hundreds of people, are vendors selling every imaginable thing. and I do mean everything. I saw booths with everything from cactuses to baby chicks. They also have street performers who are dressed as really strange things. My favourite was when I saw satan smoking a cigarette.

Pretty well we saw many interesting things, and had a really good time hanging out. Our favourite hang out came to be the hard rock cafe, which was in the plaza. We took a bunch of epic pictures, and hopefully I will be able to post them at some point. 

Tash and I then said our good byes and then I headed off to Scotland!