Ashlee: I knew I was only going to be in Barcelona for two nights. I arrived in Spain on Thursday morning, exhausted from jet lag. That night, my friends and I went to Attic, a restaurant on Las Ramblas, for our first real Spanish meal, and spent the night relaxing over traditional tapas and sangria, a signature punch made from red wine, fruit, brandy and sugar.
My friends and I woke up well-rested on Friday, ready for a full day of sightseeing. As the day continue, we grew more and more excited for what lie ahead—our foray into the nightlife of Barcelona. My friend Lindsay, who studied in the city before, told us that about one can’t-miss Friday hotspot: Opium Mar.
Lindsay advised not to show up before 2AM (the night in Spain often starts long after people in other countries have gone to be), but she assured that getting there late would be worth the trouble.
I made it back to my hostel around 9 p.m., grimy and tired after a day of sightseeing. I had two things in mind—a hot shower and a soft bed. But, the instant I walked into the lobby, a group of French teenagers introduced themselves and invited me along “for sangria and to party.” I couldn’t pass up a chance to see Barcelona’s famous clubs that my Greek friends bragged about, so in three minutes, I changed my dress, threw on some heels, grabbed my bag, and headed out with the French group.
We grabbed a sandwich dinner from a little guy wheeling around a food cart on Las Ramblas, and went to the supermarket to buy cheap sangria. For 74 Euro-cents each, we bought a few bottles of wine. We headed to the port to watch the ships, walk the docks, and eventually make our way to Port Olimpic, the famous stretch of nightclubs.
Pierre, one of the guys in our group started raving about this club called Opium Mar, saying that we had to find it. I reached in my bag and pulled the club flyer out. All the French kids stopped and stared like I was holding a solid gold rock. “Where did you get ziss!?” Pierre demanded. Apparently free VIP entrance flyers were tough to come by in July… So with me in the lead, the French posse strolled right up to Opium Mar’s VIP line. The bouncer took one look at my flyer and opened the velvet barrier to let us in, never mind the fact that we had a 3:1 guy to girl ratio.