3 day Barcelona buzz

DAY 1

#buzzingforbarca

6am Thursday 13th March. BEEP BEEP BEEP zzzzz

Scheduled flights are one of the solitary times it isn't an utter nightmare to hear that dreaded phone clock alarm waking you up at an inappropriate time in the morning. On this occasion it is acceptable as we scream, "It's Barcelona time!!!!!"  BUZZING.

So we are in the car, excitedly driving ourselves to Stansted Airport, dancing and singing to Ed's playlist, until the Jungle Book comes on. This moment was the re-birth of my well and truly hand-kept secret childhood name of MOWGLI, (you know the little tanned kid, BOY I might add, with a little dark haired bob, wearing nothing but his bright yellow speedos). Yes. I looked like him. I looked like a boy and IF I can find a picture I will post it right next to the cartoon image so you can see the resemblance. We'll call it 'spot the difference'.

Jungle Book- Mowgli looking happy

Us excited little munchkins head straight to Spoons, as ya do. Wetherspoons being the long winded way of stating such a significant place, for those of you who have skipped just life in general.

So we're 'popping bottles like G6's'. Champers though, we are sophisticated. Well...cava, we aren't rich. Barcelona to save up for you know.

We arrive at Reus, sunshine streaming, cameras at the ready, and we've got Ed and Alice gymastically stretching as we await the unknown time of a bus (which of course failed to show up), just our luck. Yes, the trip from the airport to the hotel was not completely mapped out. But we're okay, lying on the pavement in the sunshine, pondering our next steps. "Are we ever going to get there", we say.

We arrive at the hotel, fling our luggage (the one tiny suitcase we had each to squash all our essentials in). Don't worry though, we all looked great, every day, great packing kids. We head off to find dinner. We must have located about five different places, to find them either closed or 'not exactly what we fancied'. However, this landed ourselves in a fantastic little tapas bar. The food was delicious. Oysters & gorgeous vegetable side plates were dished out. Maddi and Cornish bought a portion each of tomato bread, only later to find that both portions came on one plate and Maddi had gobbled up the both of them haha. (Secret ploy of the restaurant's, if you ask me).

Quick stroll around Barca, see what we're dealing with, fountains, buildings, restaurants, of course it's all beautiful! It's about 7pm. (If this was England we'd be dressed for a night out already, completely different vibe, heart Spanish life).

So it's now time to snazz up for a night out in the city.

Pre-drinks in our hotel room involved banners and balloons for a little belated treat for Jen Jen, photos were taken, pretty ones, to avoid those disappointing ones, the ones you'll pose for later, only to regret them the following morning. (We've all done it.) Tongues out, ducks pouts at the ready, bum this, boobs that, I whip my hair back and forth, HASHTAG girls night.

If only our duck pouts made us look like Megan Fox...

but the reality is somewhat different....

Talking of hash tags brings me to my next point. 7 of us. 3 smokers, 4 non smokers.

So basically there was a #faglife and #slaglife involved, with accompanying relevant poses. But funny little Ed for a while thought it was STAGlife and not SLAGlife and he'd also made up his own little pose to go with it, he only realised it was different when laughing away we asked 'what you doing?'. Can you picture him? I'm laughing as I do. I am pleased to say STAGLIFE stuck.

#wedon'tcare

So in Barcelona we got lucky, free champagne in clubs, great sparklers and this went along with a cracking good time.

I remember the moment Cornish was standing in the middle of the dance floor, puppy dog eyes, looking like a drowned rat, no metaphor here, drenched in a literal sense. A man had literally thrown  a drink all over her. (Is he joking!? What has the world come to). We asked attentively if she was alright, staring at her soaked hair....onward and upward.

This club was called SHOKO, which became a regular visit for us.

Me and Rachel, Ray Ray, 'the sassy fox', (she does a dance). And our South African friend....We'll name him Bob.

Too much to write and just far too little space. Day 1 was JUST the start.

Barcelona baby

24 hours and counting. The city of Barcelona, can't say I'm not excited, 'cause that would be lying.

GET ME THERE NOW! (please) P's and Q's will get you everywhere.

So there's seven of us going. Yep, the lucky seven. Let me tell you a little more about them.


The fiery one, more so in a literal sense due to the luscious locks on her head. Happens to say 'Jesus' a lot and tends to get hugely enthused in moments of excitement, running around the place I can only refer to as resembling a cheeky monkey at the zoo. It's funny to watch, honest. When people say you can get any guy you want, this girl really can!

Everyone can lose their sense of sensibility right? Well this girl is reliable, always the one that seems to end up on those long trips to A&E after yet another ca-razzzzy night out. If only you knew how drastically this girl can change from (ON THE DANCE FLOOR) totally shaking it and 'dropping it like it's hot' to the wonderful woman with her head completely screwed on. Snap chats her thing, letting her hair down while dramatically letting her voice shine through car sing alongs. I have to say, they really do make your day.

The party girl. Known for her fantastic family parties, you know the ones where the life and soul of the party are the parents themselves. Stars in the limelight. And... they've even got a signature family dance. Those arm gestures will be rocking in Barcelona, the Spaniards are going to love it! She is great, and there's no missing when she's had one too many glasses of wine (the eyes, it's all in the eyes).

The sophisticated one, who spends a lot of her time 'gyming' it. This girl will be seen carrying her best friend (Mr Louis Vuitton himself) I can assure you, sipping on her martini at a revolutionary bar and her already perfect 'plum in the mouth' accent becoming even posher. You've heard of 'Made in Chelsea' right? This lady has the best sense of humour, throwing humorous comments when you least expect it. Great asset (just like her bag).

And finally there's the two little rascals I'll be sharing a room with.

The exciting one. A day with this girl will never have a dull moment. Everything has to be fun otherwise it just isn't worth doing. I think that should actually be her motto. I can tell you, she'll find some way to make anything thrilling, from passing out sweets to strangers on a public bus to making her dissertation all about a rubber hand, education at it's finest. However, when you really are in need of advice, she will be sitting with her attentive listening face (yes she has one) although she probably doesn't know, with eager ears ready to reply.

The stylish one who's living the dream. Just call him 'the guy with too many Ted Baker shirts'. This is one of the loveliest and down to earth guys you will meet. Definitely worth meeting if you haven't already. I'm kidding, he's ours. He's ahead of the game, with a fantastic job in London, living there too (I may add) working for royalty and truly living the dream. His room will be filled with all the latest gadgets, and he just has to have the latest iPhone. But what is completely impressive is that so called snack drawer, filled with all kinds of scrumptious treats. He'll be most likely seen with his iPhone in one hand and a can of coke in the other.

And then there's me.

Barcelona COME AT US.

I'll keep you posted.