Thursday - Paul and Kerri nearly miss flights. We faff around in a cafe for most of the afternoon instead of going straight to apartment. Kerri, Rob, Caroline and Sonal nearly don't get to see the Kaiser Chiefs whilst Paul tries to smash his head through a glass table and the Other Rob, Joe and I drink beer and sangria in the flat and watch Spanish football.
Friday - We procrastinate and don't leave the flat til sometime in the afternoon. We wonder around aimlessly until someone complains of being hungry, we walk past a number of restaurants eventually settling on some rather nice tapas. We freeze outside a pretty naff cafe. Instead of going out for food we sit and wait and wait and wait and wait for Paul and Sonal to cook pasta. Finally around midnight Paul, Caroline, Joe and the Other Rob leave the flat and go to the quietest bar in the world. I drag everyone to the much better Manchester Bar. The Other Rob and I stay in the Bar till closing and then head to The Tequila Bar and drink beer. On the way home we get propositioned/pickpocketed by two prostitutes.
Saturday - We procrastinate and don't leave the flat til sometime in the afternoon. We don't wander around aimlessly looking for food because someone looked in a guide book and decided which restaurant we were going to. My starter was very nice. Smoked Salmon on Toast with Caviar. My main, Turtledove, Song Thrush and Wild Rabbit with Rice was so-so a bit too oily. My desert, coconut ice cream with fruit of the forest sauce was delicious. Kerri wouldn't split the bill. We have argument. We walk probably less than one hundred and fifty yards to a bodega, we drink wine. I become a little stir crazy and in need of some air. I leave everybody in the wine bar and I stroll along the beach in the pouring rain. An hour or two later I return to the bodega and find that nobody had moved except Paul who had returned to the flat to feed and water baby. More wine. We leave about nine and after some walking in the rain settle in "The Sports Bar" we drink beer. I drink BIG beer. We have discussion about whether or not Rob is god, Caroline and I think not. Kerri claims she was neglected, has hissy fit and storms off home. We return via "Wok to Walk" and eat big noodley type food. People start watching boring DVDs and Joe and I go to the London Bar, Joe drinks the gayest margherita ever, I drink Cuba Libre. Joe leaves about half three, I carry on to Nitsa at the Sala Apollo and see Sascha Funke and many many beatiful women. I get ripped off buying a sandwich from street hawker. I arrive home around seven, shower and go to sleep.
Sunday - I get rudely awoken by Joe telling me that he is going to the Maritime Museum. I arrange to meet him later. He does not arrive. I walk to the MNAC it is shut. I look at views of Barcelona. I return to the flat. Joe arrive shortly after and we watch DVDs whilst drinking Sangria. The others return home. We then have argument about eating in or out. I eat out with Rob, Caroline and Joe. Food not great, martini however very nice. We return to the flat to a frosty reception and get told off for making noise. We drink more sangria and eventually it is decided that we should go out to a bar. A Serbian girl drags into a pretty poor backpacker type bar full of americans watching the Superbowl. We leave and suffer an attempted mugging, we walk ten yards further and it happens again by another group. We nip into the nearest bar. But only manage to get one pint before being turfed back out onto the streets and another mugging attempt. Then home....
Sunday - Luckily the Other Rob wakes me and I get dressed and go to the airport. I feel a bit shitty all day. I get off airplane, it is snowing very heavily. I get questioned by customs officers and they search my bag. I have no problems getting home. I eat pizza and curse the fact that I haven't won the lottery and will have to return to work following day.
