It has been a few days since I last wrote, and Barcelona has been busy in the best possible way.

I started the day at the hostel, grabbed some breakfast, and walked over to my new hostel to check in. After a few suspenseful minutes at the door, I made it into room 306 and met the first of several new roommates. From there I went back out toward the Sagrada Familia, wandered around the cathedral, and reminded myself that I was getting better at the subway system. There is a strange confidence that comes from navigating a language you do not really speak, but can sort of understand if you squint hard enough.

Later I rode the green line up into the hills, sat in a park for a while, and then met Ashley to sort out train reservations. After a short nap, a group of us headed out for the night. Some took a taxi; I joined the metro-and-walk contingent, which was cheaper and involved a very large hill.

The club itself was enormous, a four-story mansion of music, balconies, and rooms that kept opening into other rooms. I spent most of the night moving between floors, talking with other travellers, and enjoying the sheer scale of the place. I am still not much of a dancer, but the whole scene had a kind of impossible Barcelona energy to it.

Several people had early commitments the next morning, so I called it a night around 2:00 and made my way back to the hostel. Barcelona continues to be a city where a simple plan turns into a full story before you notice.