The next day Lauren Bonds arrived in Barcelona from London in the morning. She was the mastermind planner of the whole trip and was super excited to be getting out of the office for a few days (she's an investment banking first-year analyst at Royal Bank of Scotland and works 120 weeks typically). We got her moved into the hostel and then went back to Las Ramblas to get a good tapas and sangria lunch. Bonds' dad works for Continental Airlines, so she's probably the most well-traveled and worldly person for her age that I know. Thus Cameron and I would usually let her take the reins on pretty much anything, especially the local cuisine in a country she's frequented before.
After lunch we took another nap and waited for Kyle and Landon, our friends from UT, to get into town. It was UT's spring break and the two of them were flying from Austin to meet us in Barcelona for the weekend before continuing on to Rome and London. After they got there, we all got cleaned up and dressed to go out. For dinner, we went to a tapas bar and tavern right across the street from our hostel. It was a little place where every table had its own tap connected to a keg underneath, so you could pour your own beer. Then, we noticed that, on a television screen above the bar, it was keeping track of how much we'd poured. I'm sure it was meant for the bar to be able to charge us appropriately, but we took it in another direction and used it to compete with other tables. We won in a slaughter and finished the night at about 9 1/2 liters.
After that, we headed down to the beach where all the clubs are. Bonds' friend from RBS, who is originally from Barcelona, used some of his Spanish connections to get us onto the list for a club called CDLC, that's right on the water underneath the main road. We spent the rest of the night there, until about 3 or 4. From there, Kyle, Landon, and Bonds set out in search of food, and Cameron and I went to a park by our hostel and messed around being kids for around an hour. That was about it.
The next day Lauren Bonds arrived in Barcelona from London in the morning. She was the mastermind planner of the whole trip and was super excited to be getting out of the office for a few days (she's an investment banking first-year analyst at Royal Bank of Scotland and works 120 weeks typically). We got her moved into the hostel and then went back to Las Ramblas to get a good tapas and sangria lunch. Bonds' dad works for Continental Airlines, so she's probably the most well-traveled and worldly person for her age that I know. Thus Cameron and I would usually let her take the reins on pretty much anything, especially the local cuisine in a country she's frequented before. 
After lunch we took another nap and waited for Kyle and Landon, our friends from UT, to get into town. It was UT's spring break and the two of them were flying from Austin to meet us in Barcelona for the weekend before continuing on to Rome and London. After they got there, we all got cleaned up and dressed to go out. For dinner, we went to a tapas bar and tavern right across the street from our hostel. It was a little place where every table had its own tap connected to a keg underneath, so you could pour your own beer. Then, we noticed that, on a television screen above the bar, it was keeping track of how much we'd poured. I'm sure it was meant for the bar to be able to charge us appropriately, but we took it in another direction and used it to compete with other tables. We won in a slaughter and finished the night at about 9 1/2 liters. 
After that, we headed down to the beach where all the clubs are. Bonds' friend from RBS, who is originally from Barcelona, used some of his Spanish connections to get us onto the list for a club called CDLC, that's right on the water underneath the main road. We spent the rest of the night there, until about 3 or 4. From there, Kyle, Landon, and Bonds set out in search of food, and Cameron and I went to a park by our hostel and messed around being kids for around an hour. That was about it.
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