No sheets or towel?

After one night of rest and a bit of laundry I was ready for my next adventure. I meet my two friends and arrived in Barcelona where we wandered around for a bit looking for our hostel. It was my first real hostile experience. One room, 10 beds, co-ed, and the best part: they were out of sheets. You can assume my jacket came in handy that night. We also had to wait a day to shower because we had not towel either. Walking around the inner city, we stumbled upon a beautiful look out at night.

Monday I walked down Las Ramblas, Barcelona’s main walking street and did a bike tour of the city. I also discovered my new favorite Spanish artist: Gaudi. He has beautiful churches and a park, which I think is one of my favorite places in the world. On our bus ride to the park, we asked two elderly ladies behind us if they knew the right stop for s to get off; before we knew it the entire bus was in conversation discussing where we should get off in addition to telling us how to get the bus back.

Tuesday I was able to get to the Picasso museum (which was not all that impressive) and the Christopher Columbus statue before heading off to Madrid. Pick potters were everywhere in Barcelona. We even caught a few getting very close to use and eyeing my friends bag. This is why I decided to carry a small purse over my shoulder, underneath my jacket so that you could not even tell I was carrying one. It definitely made my but look a little large, but my passport was not stolen!

We didn’t have towels at our hostel in Madrid, which meant our sheet doubled as a towel and sheet-wow we are creative! We walked around Madrid and toured a beautiful palace. The next day we spent a short 2 hours looking at the amazing art in the Prado (we missed Jake Gyllenhaal and Reese Witherspoon by only two weeks!) and had lunch in a huge, beautiful park. I spent the afternoon walking around and can proudly say I never shopped so much for so long without buying anything! That night was one of the only nights we went out on spring break and went to a club, “Capital” with 7 floors! A nice young man walked me back at about 6 in the morning, claiming I was leaving way too early.