!HOLA!Whoever said that Canucks party hard ... was wrong.
We're pretty sure that Barcies take the throne in that department. Upon learning that the average club opens at 2am and closes at 7am we quickly dismissed all hopes of fitting in. Now, we know what you're thinking "When in Rome, Sparkle Motion .... ", but FYI we are not in Rome and we will retire to our sleeping bags at a reasonable hour. We have a reputation to upkeep. We strive to stay upbeat, hilarious and refreshed, so once 3am rolls around if our heads aren't upon our travel pillows our performances are rarely on par. The life of a touring folk rock duo is not all glitter and gold.
Booming nightlife aside, Barcelona has much to offer in the daylight hours, excluding of course from 4pm - 6pm, at which point all streets clear, shops close and the town is quite for a daily siesta. Enjoyable and necessary, especially for us party-goers. And by "us" we mean "others". Receiving an adequate amount of shut eye the night previous, Sparkle Motion took advantage of this free time to streak through the city, leaving a trail of sparkles and an echo of laughter.
On the beach you'll find a variety of services at your disposal. Along with the pickpockets, you'll have Mass-A-Gee therapy €5, Coca-Cola, ice cold Sangria and licensed tattoo artists - only 3 minutes. If you care to get your bronze on using one of the seemingly available lounge chairs be weary of the shirtless man resembling Might Joe Young roaming the beach. He owns those chairs, speaks no english and will pull the lounger from beneath you're tanning body, lest you pay the hefty €5 charge. We graciously opted for the sand and put our ten euro to better use. Street performers lace Las Ramblas, the main strip in Barcelona and we had big plans to fund their many talents. Though, we soon realized they had none and instead invested whole heartedly in our new fad diet. Gelato: morning, noon, and night.
On our second day in Barcelona a team of Canadian Groupies showed up at our hostel, screaming our names and throwing pebbles at our window. So rarely do would we entertain their naive fantasies of hanging with the band but this particular bunch had something to offer. They had followed us from Toronto, through France to Barcelona, outfited in our signature red bandanas, just hoping to briefly praise our talent and beauty. With hesitation we joined them for a Tapas dinner and soon realized that their sarcasm and wit was akin to our own. Over the next two days a strong band-to-fan bond formed as we shared many jokes and scoops of gelato. We owe all our fond memories of Barcelona to our six new friends: Sammy, Sasha, Fahad, Brock, Hani and Julian. A reunion is in order upon our return to Toronto, where we will discuss your standing as our numero uno fans.
JUST remember that THE TIP is included in the fun (wink wink).
Quisiera un laxante ligero rapido, por favour,
xo - Sea con Quinn
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