what a difference a day makes…

🙂 And having a local to guide me through the maze of Barcelona nightlife…

Baxi and I went out Saturday night, first he took me to this great English pub to watch the Barca match in English, which was very thoughtful of him, as he doesn’t speak English and is a huge football fan. So now I know where to go to watch the UNC vs Duke games! Then we wandered around, had dessert at this fancy Mexican restaurant and then eventually it was (barely) late enough to go clubbing. We got to Porto Olympico at around midnight and strangely enough, it was already hoppin’. Britt and I had been searching for hip hop, and people always said "just go to Porto Olympico" but we didn’t because she had heard it was too touristy and I was usually too tired by the time it came to switch clubs. I loved it! Not only was there plenty of hip hop, the layout was perfect. It’s a string of tiny clubs lined up in storefront-style along the harbor, with plate glass windows so you can see if the crowd is one you care to join, and music pouring out onto the promenade so you know if they’re playing your song.

More than one club was playing great music, so it was hard to pick. I made Baxi take me the whole length of the harbor before settling on a club we liked. We danced for hours and then stopped and rested on the sofa outside another club that was playing even better music. I actually got to hear Dr. Dre’s "California Love" without having to request it. The DJ also played a mashup and when I told him how happy I was that he played mashups, he had no idea what I was talking about. Interesting. Anyway, I’m so glad I finally found a fun place to dance early and with an interesting mix of people from all walks of life. Plus the clubs were light enough to actually see people!

Thursday night was bike night at Paddock Motard Bar, so Britt and I went to check it out. It was pretty quiet, as bike nights usually are in January, but we met some cool people, and saw the coolest tap ever. It’s a Yamaha R6 motor, and the bartender said you can sometimes taste the gasoline in the beer. How cool is that?


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