four men and a little lady

Wow....I've already been in Barcelona for two weeks and what do I have to show for it?
Well, I'm extremely well rested for one thing, as I've settled very well into the daily rhythm here in the Black Hole of Slack...this mostly involves getting up around 2 p.m., making something to eat, reading and hanging out for a while, if it's nice out going for a walk (either sightseeing or going to the beach), coming back when it gets dark, reading and hanging out some more, maybe eating dinner, watching the downloads of the day (South Park, The Daily Show, Colbert, etc etc), maybe a movie, hanging out some more and going to bed around 4 or 5 a.m.

On weekends or Mondays this may be expanded to include going dancing at a cool club called Sidecar (however in Spanish this is pronounced See-day-car)...it's the Zaphod Beeblebrox of the Placa Reial and it closes at 5 a.m. Sweet.

I don't know if I've mentioned this before but in Barcelona you can walk down the street (at night) or sit on the beach (during the day) and drink beer at the same time. In fact there are dozens of gentlemen wandering the narrow streets of the Raval or the Rambla or the various Placas with 6-packs of inexplicably cold beer dangling from their hands. They'll sell you a can for 1 Euro on the street or 2 on the beach where there's not as much competition or something.

I'm not sure about the legality of this activity but I haven't seen the police do anything about it, although I've been told that all of these guys have their own little hiding places just in case. Also, shortly before I arrived in Barcelona there was the Macrobotellon...I think a botellon is an informal gathering of people hanging out and drinking, like a little street party, and a macrobotellon is just a bigger one of those. On March 17th a big nation-wide Macrobotellon was organized as a protest against some anti-street drinking legislation (I was in Malaga and it was raining and a mumbly French guy was trying to explain it to me which is why I really didn't know what it was till I arrived in Barcelona) and people went out and partied in the streets in cities all over. In Barcelona, things didn't go so well.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/4818180.stm

Anyway, on most nights this isn't an issue so if you're halfway through a can of beer and it's time to go, you can just take it with you on the walk to the bar. Or, if you don't have any beer at home, you can buy one almost as soon as you walk out the door. I love this. I also love leaving the club all tired and sweaty at 5 a.m. and walking home along the Ramblas watching hookers accost solitary men...these ladies are very aggro and they really really want your 10 Euros. 10 Euros! That's a bloody steal.