Monday

My final day in Barcelona. Well, after two hours of sleep- that's right, I woke up at 10am... I was up and starting my day. After I finally got that desperately needed shower and some food in my belly so that I was not a complete crabby pants, Ivan, Jen, Cristina and I met up for lunch. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was one of my favorite places to eat in Barcelona- a turkish restaurant in Gracia, Zurna. Same restaurant that I ate at with Jen on Day 2 (when I also got no sleep and was slightly crabby).

After lunch, I walked around with Ivan and Cristina after Jen had to go back to work. I showed Ivan my gym and gave him my pass at DIR, I got some gelato at my favorite gelato place (the one that makes the cones in shapes of flowers). and did some sightseeing. I left the two of them as I had plans to meet Dave at the beach.

The beach was nice, but I wasn't planning on his friend, Jordi being there. I was hoping to get some sleep on the beach under the nice, hot, Barcelona sun, but apparently that was not in the cards. So, Dave and I played some paddle ball and I taught him how to do flips and shoulder stands in the water. A pretty relaxing and chill day. Oh yea- and I got a mensaje on the beach (I wanted to get rid of the last few Euros I had).

After the beach, I headed home to get ready for my final night dinner at Oriol's. Oriol was kind enough to host a going away party for me. I was glad to have Jen, Ivan, Damian, Oriol, and Gonzo (Oriol's good friend) all there. We were all sorry that Cristina couldn't join us, but she was there in spirit. Damian brought some Polish vodka (it was EXTREMELY good)- so good that Ivan tried some and liked it. He liked the warm feeling- uh oh! An alcoholic in the making. Okay, just in case some of you don't know- Ivan doesn't drink- he hates alcohol... in the two years of us dating, I think he tried one of my margaritas ONCE! I am not even a big drinker, but when I was with him, I felt like an alcoholic. This is why I keep making all the references of his drinking- Note: Ivan really is not an alcoholic. HA HA HA!!! After a great dinner and fun conversation with some very loved people, Jen and I headed home.
I was actually showing Ivan where the party was the night before. Apparently though, Ivan can't forget about the paparazzis- he's always posing- gosh, Ivan, give it a rest : ) kidding!










I really liked the colors of this door











Art Nouveau or so I was told.

















Un mensaje- this was the appropriate picture.

















The tasty vodka















What better way to try and stay awake... Red bull and Polish vodka.
















I love my Jen










Oriol opening his favorite, cava.

















This guy looked how I felt- He fell asleep standing up on the train- ha ha ha!