My verdict on Barcelona?
Meh.
Not to say it wasn't cool or anything, but I think I was expecting more....actually I'm SURE I was. Everyone kept telling me how cool/spectacular/amazing/orgasmic/etc, etc, etc it was. They even told me they knew I would like it, me especially (whatever that means). Actually, it was more like they commanded me: You're going to love Barcelona...whether you like it or not.
Welp. I'm very underwhelmed after my Barca experience. It definitely isn't my soul-city. Nice city, just not mine.
I'm sure the fact that Barcelona is practically a haven for thieves played a part in my general indifference. Now, I'm from New York City, and I already know that we aint the safest place to be, but damn! In Barcelona, you constantly have to be on your guard and even when you are, shit will still get taken. My roomie? Yup. She got got for her camera AND her phone the second night in. They were both in her purse....which she was wearing...and it was latched shut. How they got in? We don't know.
Apparently, my roomie got off easy. Another girl got her purse straight ripped off her arm. I mean, c'mon son! (I almost want to laugh, cuz like, you really just ripping people's purses off their arms??!! This is what we're doing now?)
Why did everyone who heard that I would be stopping in Barcelona during my vacay tell me to watch my purse and be careful? Walking down the streets of BCN, little old ladies would stop me and warn "Cuida tu bolso!" while simulating the proper way to protect yourself. (If you want to know how, just clutch onto your purse for dear life and look around you with a crazed look in your eyes. That was their demonstration. Probably works. Afterall, they still have their purses)
The whole thing made it hard to relax when I was constantly worried about who was behind me, in front of me, next to me, across from me, under me, on top of me, etc, etc etc.
Thieves of Barcelona, I know it's hard out here and we are all suffering from a recession, but cot damn, can I live?! Can.I.Live?!
So yes, I went to Barcelona and while I enjoyed my time there for the most part, I have no desire to live there and was very prepared when it was time to move on to Valencia.
P.S. I would be wrong if I didn't acknowledge Barcelona's epic nightlife. Ummm, let's just say that my last night in Barca, I didn't sleep, barely made it to my 7am bus to Valencia and when I woke up in Valencia, I was still drunk. Now, imagine that every night, for 5 nights. I'm just happy to be alive.
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