Sick in bed but well enough to blog - Ibiza & Barca

So I'm sitting here in bed, sick as a dog after a week and a half of partying, hosting, tour guiding, etc. Semana Santa definitely a huge success minus a couple of setbacks. But on to the blog:

Day 1:

I woke up bright and early to pick up Steph from the airport. I feel like I know the Barcelona airport so well now, it's like a second home, and it might be my favorite after JFK. After reuniting, we lug back to my house, freshen ourselves up, and head to the beach front for some paella and frolicking. It was a gorgeous day to sit outside and enjoy good Spanish cooking, and we found the perfect restaurant with the best paella I've ever had. I had a hard time convincing Steph to like olives, but we shall see how that turns out later. In a food coma, we make our way to the shore where I find it too cold to move and Steph is already half naked. Speaking of naked, two completely nude men then walk by to our surprise. Also, to our surprise one of them...well, we know why he has the confidence to walk around like that. After heading back to my apartment, Steph & I take naps like the piggies we are, then wake up and prepare for Ibiza.

Day 2:

The flight to Ibiza was pretty short, but Steph & I still managed to pass out for almost all of it. After checking in, we head down to the beach and end up taking a nap there too. If we could make money napping, we'd be millionaires cuz we're so damn good at it. Lunch was amazing, with the delicious tapas on the beach and under the sun. It's Sunday in Ibiza, so we figure there's not much open. I think that night we stayed in, but now I'm not so sure.

Day 3: Steph & I wake up bright and early to eat breakfast downstairs. Croissants and eggs are our downfall.  We then head to the center of town to find that literally everything is closed, save a few cafes here and there. Annoyed, we walk around and stumble upon a castle, thank God. We run around the castle as if we discovered the place and succeeded in taking awesome pictures. Back to the hotel for a nap and preparation for dinner & clubbing! Dinner was good, clubbing was ultimate fail. Literally everything was closed, all the big clubs, and we found ourselves cursing the same Pacha we looked forward to so badly. We get into a taxi and tell the driver to take us to SOMETHING that's open, for goodness sake. He tells us he's bringing us to a club that's open. Is it good?, we ask. Yeah, it's a very good discoteca. Okay, fine we'll go. We walk in, and in bold letters on a wall it says, Let it rock. Basically, utter fail but our love for each other held us through. So did the long island ice teas, which didn't stay inside me for too long.

Day 4: We wake up bright and early again to eat breakfast, but end up passing out after for another few hours. Our plans for Formentera washed away, we decide to just go to San Antonio to watch the sunset at Cafe del Mar. Unsurprisingly, Cafe del Mar was closed since it's winter. Apparently, the whole island of Ibiza dies during the winter, making it a ghost town. It was freezing, so we go inside for some dinner and head back to our hotel room to rest up for tomorrow.

Day 5: Since we had bought our tickets for the ferry to Formentera the previous day, it gave us incentive to get up and not nap so much. Formentera definitely brought up my spirits, thank God something in Ibiza was worth seeing during the winter. It was cold and windy for the majority of the day, but at some points it was perfect. I can see myself loving the island if only it was 10 degrees hotter. =\ The flight back to Barcelona was so short, to our annoyance as we didn't get to nap, but we ended up clubbing that night at Opium. Thank you, Barcelona for always being reliable.

Day 6:
The next morning, I take Steph to La Tramioa for lunch and head to Parc Guell. Lots of frolicking ensued. We then went to Wagaboo for dinner, ordering fettucine w/ foie and risotto w/ foie. You can tell we hate foie gras. Otto zutz was almost a let down, but we broke it down like we always do.

Day 7: I woke up super early to pick up Ian at the airport, where he snuck up behind me and surprised me. His flight was about an hour early, so even though I got there early he was still there before me! My plans of jumping on him when I first saw him shattered, but I didn't care cuz I was holding Ian again after three months without. We head back and wake Steph up, who unfortunately wasn't snoring or sleeping in a weird position, but cuddled up into a cute ball of blanket. While she was getting ready, Ian takes out a shoe box FULL of goodies for me. Reece's cups, Reece's pieces, Tagalong Girl Scout Cookies, the works! I sat there wide eyed and ecstatic at the pot of gold (peanut butter) before me. After that, the three of us head to Txapela for some tapas, then off to sightsee! Sagrada Familia, Casa Batllo, La Pedrera, all in one day. Eff my life, but I was surprised we fit it all in. Ian & I then checked into our hotel while Steph napped at my place. That night was had dinner at La Vaca Paca, a buffet of meats and other good stuff, before heading to Groucho's and Sutton. Sutton is never a let down, and we had a blast partying it up the entire night. Back to my place, I immediately pass out until Steph's departure in the morning. We wake up, gather up her things, and I see my loved one off into a taxi. I walk back upstairs half asleep and where pass out for another four hours.

All in all, Ibiza clubbing will be saved for the summer, but Barcelona never fails to deliver. Love this city!