Barcelona, a volcano, four girls (what happened to the other two?), a rental car and a GPS. (Part 2)

Our last night and we ended up at a club walking distance from our apartment, after that is trekking about 2km to find a restaurant that was open at 1am and then to the suggested club. I think we had gotten way too comfortable with the Spanish way of life as our siesta’s were getting longer but our gait got stronger the later on it got.

‘Mojito’ was literally grinding with latin flavour and as everyone paired off to whine unnaturally close to their dancing partner, I was picked up by a rather friendly 40-year old looking, 5ft Venezulean. Ok do not and I repeat do not judge a book by it’s cover as he moved me all over that sweaty dancefloor, I actually began to acquire an appreciation for the latin style of dance, it was fun twirling around moving your hips (almost breaking them).

We decided to leave the club around 3am, take a cab at 5 to the airport as our flight was scheduled to leave at 7.55am. No rest for us, we’re young and hey we would be able to sleep all day once we reach our desired (or undesired) destinations.

It all started going downhill when the taxi we had organised earlier didn’t arrive, so we called two others, just then our taxis decided to arrive (got to love the Spanish for time keeping). Dilema, the new taxis wanted dinero and we were getting late for our flight. Taxis paid and finally we were at the airport, smiles all round as the trip had been successful. Check-in opened soon and…..

FLIGHT CANCELLED due to volcano ash from Iceland. (where the F is Iceland)

I liked Barcelona but I really wasn’t prepared to spend anymore money, we needed to get out and get out quick, train, bus, hitchhiking, anyone here own a donkey? It would fit right in on the farm I promise! As we all considered our options ( a flight in Europe was not one of them) we wondered, should we really have gone out that late.

Hell Yeah!