My taxi was booked at silly o’clock in order to make it to Gatwick on time for our early flight. I made it there first and it was nice to finally meet everyone. At the airport we all received our Hen Do bags with our instructions, tickets and photo booth style cut outs. Steph had no idea where we were going and her sister and mum had managed to get her all the way to the airport. To say she was excited was a bit of an understatement. Upon finding out that we were going to Barcelona, things escalated quickly.
The flight was relatively stress free; however, on the train into town one of the girls nearly got mugged. We’d been warned that there were lots of people in Barcelona who were quick handed so having been there for all of an hour, it was a little bit of a shock. The girls who had arranged the trip booked us into an Air B&B Apartment on the corner between Ramblas and Paseo de Gracia which is where 11 of us were staying. It was an amazing apartment with some serious tile porn!
We dumped our bags and followed our stomachs to an amazing tapas bar for lunch and cava sangria. I’m pretty sure between us, we ordered everything off the menu.
After eating we went for a wander around the local area and bought some food for a dinner. Lots of people headed back for a nap and then we all got ready for the planned 1920’s night. Steph happened to take her collection of 1920’s dresses to the charity shop a couple of weeks before we left and as the evening was a surprise, her fiance Cam was tasked with buying her a dress and accessories. Some others who were staying in a different place joined us for dinner and one of the other surprises made an appearance. The organisers had bought some masks with Cam’s face on which made for an eventful evening. They had asked Cam 21 questions which we then read out to see how well Steph knew her fiance. This resulted in some hilarious answers and largely Steph just embarrassing herself.
After eating dinner and laughing far too much, we headed out in our outfits to the suitably named Old Fashioned and drank goblets of gin and beautiful cocktails. We then moved onto their other bar where we could sit down and carried on ordering cocktails.
One of the other girls arrived early in the morning. We went for a wander towards to the Basílica de la Sagrada Familia. One side of the Basílica is completely different to the other and then when you get inside, again it’s completely different. The light and colour inside was incredible. From the outside you can barely tell that there is so much stained glass, the effect from inside is just breathtaking.
On leaving the Basílica, we had a wander round the museum where they had original sketches and models of different sections.
We then headed down to the gothic quarter with its small quirky streets and cute shops making our way down to the harbour where we stopped for lunch. This was obviously more tapas and sangria.
After lunch we headed for a wander down Las Ramblas, where we cruised the market, a really old sweet/chocolate shop and stopped for some more cocktails in the palm tree square.
For dinner we headed to a really highly recommended restaurant and ordered a chicken and chorizo paella as I still haven’t braced sea food since the episode in the van. It arrived and was rather average and the chorizo was poor; it tasted more like a cumberland sausage. Apparently the sea food one was nicer but oh well. There was also more sangria, lots more sangria.
After dinner we headed down to a cocktail bar and headed down into the basement (not even joking) where our amazing host taught us how to make three different cocktails. One of which involved a race between two members of the party to make a mojito as quickly as possible. This resulted in a very drunk cocktail making class. We then headed off to a club (also underground).
The morning brought lots of hungover hens! Emily and I did the food run to find a bakery so we could have an easy breakfast. In order to make the most of what was left of our trip we went to Gaudi’s park which had the most amazing views across the city. In order to get there you have to walk up a million steps – or if you were feeling lazy, take the outdoor escalator. It was incredibly warm for the whole trip and considering it was February, I had not packed suitably.
We packed up and headed to the airport. Our return tickets were all split up so I had a weary flight home next to a cellist and his cello and Jack picked me up from the airport. He also met Steph’s mum who warned him that it would be us next and that Jack better make sure that I don’t catch the bouquet at the wedding. It was an amazing weekend.
5 weeks to the wedding!