Barcelona has accepted me with open arms. The Kabul was as great as you said it would be. Everyone has been friendly and the rooms are as comfortable as can be expected, except for the card-key lockers in the rooms. All morning while I was trying to sleep in my hung-over state I could hear the never ending beeping as other guests fumbled with them.



While I was sitting in the lounge, with a gigantic beer during happy hour, I made drinking buddies with a bunch of guys from Ireland. For a couple hours we played drinking games until we had attracted some girls from Australia (I just can't resist the accent). We headed out on Las Rambla and ducked down a couple of side alleys until we hit a bar we had heard about, the Black Sheep. It was crowded and reminded me of another century with it's thick wooden tables and white washed walls. I had the best Sangria in my life and after another hour or so I was out in the alley making out with one of the Australian girls. Unfortunately that was the last thing I remembered doing when I woke up at the Kabul with a killer hangover!



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