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Alone in barcelona
Alone in Barcelona
It is one thing to be alone in Barcelona and another one to be “extremely hangover” alone in Barcelona. It was 2016 and there I was, halfway through my semester in Berlin, Germany. I always like and try to be optimistic, but I must say this, that semester wasn’t one of the most fun times in my life. Coming from Saltillo, a place where I do almost whatever I please, Berlin felt like a prison. The problem were my high school’s rules, they were made for people who were under the German legal age, 18, but even when I was already 18, my tutor insisted those rules applied to me too. Day by day I became ever more bored and tired of the system, and was waiting for mi free weekend like a little boy waits for Santa Claus on Christmas day. My first free weekend was getting close, so I got to work. Two of my closest friends were studying in Florence at the time and thankfully had the same days off, so everything was getting in line for an epic weekend, and what place would be better for this than Barcelona!
The first to days and nights were amazing, our apartment was always full of people ready to party, including myself, but the third night was not as good…. Let me tell you what happened since the beginning of day two. It was Saturday, a night before we had been out till 7 am and were extremely tired, but I was determined to take advantage of my free weekend so I got out of bed and went straight to the balcony. There, I found Ricky and a few others sitting at a table looking at the ocean, and drinking what seemed like lemonade. I was really thirsty so I went to the kitchen and got a glass, then went out to the balcony again and poured myself some “Lemonade” or so I thought. I drank a small sip and couldn’t believe it, it was vodka!! At 10 am and after a long night of partying they were drinking vodka! I put the glass down and was about to leave, when Ricky said to me: “Come on Hernan, we are in Barcelona! It’s like the first time you even go out in like three months”, and as if he said some kind of spell on me I turned around and began drinking. That was my first mistake. After a while, we decided to go to the “Sagrada Familia”. When we got there we were impressed, but after looking at this beautiful building for a while, we got hungry and decided to cross the street and have lunch before heading back to the apartment. Luis Pablo and I wanted typical food so we went to a paella place, and to make it even more typical, we ordered a bottle of Rosé. My second mistake. At that point I already felt pretty drunk, but I wouldn’t stop because this was my free weekend.
After eating, Luis Pablo and myself headed back to the apartment. I had bought myself a 3-day sub ticket, as I was used to using the sub in Berlin. Luis Pablo on the other hand, had never traveled in the sub and he was pretty excited when I taught him how to get his ticket, how to know which sub to take, and such things. After half an hour riding the sub we finally got to the apartment where everyone was already getting ready, showering and dressing to go out later in the evening. After having few drinks we took a cab and headed to a very fancy club, where we partied till the sun was raising again the next morning. Sunday morning was the worst. I woke up alone in the apartment, because my friends’ flight was leaving early in the morning and they had gone directly from the club to the airport without sleeping. I did sleep a bit, but then I had to wake up and go to the other side of the city to return the apartment keys and find myself a cheaper hotel. That whole day was depressing. Waking up alone in an apartment that is full of empty bottles, and then having to go to a cheap and horrible hotel, all these while being extremely hangover and in a city you don’t know. My friend I can assure you I won’t be doing that again any time soon.
