Just Another Morning on the Metro

Tuesday in Barcelona afforded yet another picture-perfect day in the city. With a full day tour in Catalonia scheduled for the following day, we chose to forego the Dali museum (an hour and a half outside of Barcelona by train) and instead spend the day relaxing in the sun at Barceloneta Beach.

As we descended the stairs to the Metro platform to take us in that direction, I could hear Nick and Sagar snickering behind me.

Nick: “Nooo, it couldn’t be.”

Sagar: “Yes it totally is!”

Nick: “Oh my gosh, it is!”

Wanting in on the revelations behind me, I turned and inquired what the fuss was all about, “What’s so funny?”

Trying to stifle his laugh, Sagar nodded his head and said discreetly under his breath, “Look behind my shoulder.”

Still not understanding, I complained, “What? I don’t get it?”

This initiated a synchronized point from Sagar and Nick. And that’s when I saw her. “Noooo way!”

Behind Sagar was a girl with blonde hair sitting against the wall slumped over, eyes barely open and face noticeably ashen. Beside her, a guy, presumably her boyfriend or perhaps a concerned stranger, was crouched down poking her arm to see if she was ok. She had clearly had a long night.


Mind you, it was 12 noon and we were at the Metro stop in front of our apartment, clear across town from the bar we were at the night before.

Before leaving Jamboree at around 4 a.m. earlier in the morning, we all had the entertaining pleasure of talking to a very obviously inebriated local. Between taking pictures with her on our cameras, trying to understand her slurred Spanish and perhaps cheers-ing a shot with her from our rock star bartender, she left enough of an impression for all three of us to remember her eight hours later, in the train station across town, in the same clothes from the night before. Priceless.

Barcelona in a nutshell.