the last blast

Okay so it's my 4th and last day in Barcelona and Spain (the 5th day doesn't count because i've got to catch a flight at 2pm). i allocated this day to do my last minute shopping. 

so i woke up at 9ish, had breakfast with some peeps from the hostel, then head out to do my last minute shopping. bought a few pieces of clothes for sis and myself (mostly the cheaper ones or the ones on discount) from zara and mango, some from H&M for my brother and other souvenirs for other people. it was hard because i keep having to think of whether there's space for my already-filled-to-the-brim backpack. but i think i'm a pretty efficient shopper so i got that done in 3 hours or so. then i headed back to the hostel to rest.

at the hostel, i met my new bunkmates - two dudes from canada, jermaine and steve.

we talked for a bit, after which i decided to take a nap (shopping can be quite a chore). then at 7ish i told them i wanted to hit the picasso museum because it was museum night and all museums in barcelona had free entrance. they decided to tag along since they didn't have any plans. unfortunately, the queue outside the picasso museum was insane so we decided not to go in. 

since all of us were hungry, we headed to one of the recommended restaurants in barcelona, La Fonda. the place is awsome because it's got good food at affordable prices, and in a posh restaurant kinda setting! the queue was very long.. we waited for about half an hr or so before we finally got in. 

the guys ordered like 1.5 litres of red wine for themselves. it was just sangria for me because it was my last night in spain and i had to have sangria.  that, and paella. i shared the seafood paella with steve. he wanted to tried it because it's his first night in spain. perfect right? my last night and his first night. the paella was good but it was too much, so we could not finish it

i think the wine got jermaine a little high because after a while, he was talking a little louder than usual. he also kept asking the waitress "mas, por favor" (more, please). it was entertaining for steve and i though. after dinner we walked around to find a club to go to. we were walking along las ramblas when jermaine started swinging on a horizontal pole (because he was really high). steve and i didn't waste a moment, we started taking pictures. the best part was when other passers-by followed suit. they probably think he was a night entertainer along las ramblas (since there were so many along the streets in the day) and started taking pictures of him.

 god, it was so funny.

anyways, we didn't know the area well, so we ended up going to a pub along la rambla. we met a really cool couple from Germany and the lady was already high when we talked to her. they were really funny though. 

i'll always remember the conversation between jermaine and the couple. bear in mind that he's already high.

jermaine: what are your names?
lady: sybille!
jermaine: what about you?
guy: oh mine is a very common german name... focker. 

at this point, steve and i looked at each other and exchanged the "you heard it too it wasn't just me, right?" look. this was immmediately followed by jermaine giving a toast and shouting "to sybille and fucker!!!'.

And because the couple were so high, they just burst out laughing.

sybille: no no noooooo not fucker, it's focker! 

That still sounded like 'fucker' to all of us, so i got the guy to write their names down. 

 of us: ahhhhh. VOLKER. 

it was hilarious. we had a great night at the pub but a few hours later, the pub had to close so we had to leave. plus we were already pretty high so we thought it was a good idea to head back to the hostel. 

So thanks to Jermaine and Steve, the craziest, most candid, catastrophic Canadians I've ever met, my last night in Spain was muy fantastico.