Smashed in Barcelona

England till I die
England till I die
I know I am, I´m sure I am
I´m England till I die

So i was really debating whether or not to go on the infamous Smashed PubCrawl in Barcelona.But in the end i decided, why not, i´ll meet some people and will most likely have a good time. Well i´m glad i did!

It started off a little slow, all the little bars we went to were packed because of the Futball game. But then we got to a good ol rock bar and I somehow got talking to this Bachelorette party from England. There were here for the weekend for a good ol time and were all wearing bright pink ´Nearly a Virgin´sashes. When they found out I was on the pubcrawl bymyself, they took me in (luckily they didn´t have a extra pink sash)

They asked me who i was cheering for in the World Cup, i said Germany. WRONG ANSWER!!! England England England. As such i learned the cheer and they have me cheering for England as well.

If you go to a club in Barcelona at midnight you´ll be the only one there. No kidding. People don´t go to the clubs before 2am.So we hit some more bars and then ended with the clubs. The bride-to-be had an interesting night. But what happens in Barcelona stays in Barcelona. I love that saying, works everywhere:-)

By 5am there was only a couple of us still going, myself, a bachelorette by the name of Joanne, the Bride-to-be and some guy they met from London. So we left the club, and they hadn´t seen the beach yet. So we´re lying on the beach at 6am watching the sun come up, when some punk kid deftly walks by and grabs the brides purse. So luckily Joanne noticed and i ran after him ( i was sorta hoping he´d run, cause then i could like tackle him or something cool) but he just dropped it and kept on walking.

After that we said our goodbyes and I arrived back at the hostel at 7am for a good sleep.

Good times in Barcelona!