“There’s a bird in Anth’s bed.”

I don’t have very much time to write this post about my trip to Barcelona, because I’ve got about a million things to do this week plus an exam on Friday. Instead of writing the usual recount of my travels, I’ll leave you with this short story.

Ariel and I arrived in Barcelona late Friday night. We checked into our hostel without a hitch and went up to our rooms to drop our bags and make our beds. I should mention here that I opted to book a coed, eight-person room while Ariel chose to live in luxury in an all-female, six-bed room. When I got up to my room and found my assigned bed, I saw that there were sheets on it. I wasn’t sure if someone was sleeping there or if they’d checked out and forgotten to remove their sheets. Not wanting to take someone else’s bed, I stripped the sheets from the bed I was assigned and put my sheets on it. I put my stuff in my locker and went to meet Ariel so we could get a late dinner of falafels. After dinner, exhausted, I climbed into bed and fell asleep. One would think the story would end there, but no. This is where it goes terribly, terribly wrong.

Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I woke up to the dulcet tones of three inebriated Englishmen.

“There’s someone in my bed! There’s someone in my bed! Oi! You! Sleepyhead!”

“It’s a bird, I came in and she was sleeping there.”

“There’s a bird in my bed? There’s someone in my bed!”

Sleepy, disoriented, and unsure if they were talking about me or not, I tried to ignore them, but it didn’t work.

“Hey you, sleepyhead!” the voice says.

“Me?” I said, rolling over.

“Why are you in my bed?”

“This is the bed that was assigned to me,” I said.

“You thought you would just take the sheets off this bed and get in, when there is an empty bed over there?”

“This is the bed that was assigned to me,” I repeated. “I don’t know how I was supposed to know it was your bed. I didn’t take that one because I didn’t want to take someone else’s bed.”

“Anth, shut up,” said another voice. “Whose sheets are on this bed?” said the second voice, referring to my bed.

“Mine,” I said.

“What did you do with the sheets that were on it?” the second voice asked.

“I put them there,” I said, pointing to the ball of sheets I put on the floor near my bed.

“Anth, there they are. Just take your sheets and make that bed and go to bed,” said the second voice.

“I have to make my bed twice in one day? Twice in one day! I tell you, I was really looking forward to getting into bed. And I come back, and there’s someone in my bed!”

“Anth, shut up,” said a third voice. “Sorry lass. What’s your name?”

“Megan,” I said.

“Sorry Megan, he’s harmless. No need to be scared. He’s just drunk,” said the third voice who happened to be in the bunk above mine. “To tell you the truth, if I were you, I’d be a bit mad. I can’t believe they put a bird in the same room with all of us. One lass and seven lads!”

Eventually, Anth settled down and got into bed, but not before drunkenly removing two of his friends’ mattresses and putting them in the middle of the room and gifting me with a meercat keychain to keep me company. As if that weren’t enough, he then put on his iPod which I could hear all the way across the room, despite the fact that he had headphones on. The other four guys came in sometime later and made a bit of noise trying to figure out what the deal was with their beds. After what felt like a couple of hours of them loudly discussing their night and laughing at the fact that I stole Anth’s bed, I checked my phone and it was 5:10 am. I fell asleep soon after that, but needless to say it was an interesting night.

At no point during that night was I actually worried for my safety. They really did seem like harmless guys, and a couple of them apologized to me more than once. And honestly, it was pretty funny. But still, I would have liked to have slept a little more. The next two nights, they were much quieter. I did wake up when they came in, but only for a few moments before drifting back to sleep.

Despite that rocky first night, the rest of the trip was a lot of fun. I’m so glad I got to go! Highlights included:

  • the Sagrada Familia: far and away the coolest church, nay the coolest building I have ever seen
  • Park Güell: the park with the wavy ceramic tiled benches
  • the Picasso Museum
  • the Joan Miro Museum
  • Montjuïc and the gorgeous park near the Miro Museum
  • the Mediterranean!
  • Las Ramblas: a big street with living statues, restaurants, and stalls selling everything from baby ducks to flowers to souvenirs
  • the flamenco performance
  • churros, tapas, paella, gelato
  • the gorgeous weather: it stayed around 60 F the entire time

Perhaps if I have time later this week, I can write a more detailed post about Barcelona, but I’m not promising anything. Overall, it was a great trip. Barcelona is a beautiful city, I would love to live there for a year or two. Erin, if you’re reading this, I’m jealous you get to spend all of next semester in Spain. If Madrid is anything like Barcelona, you are going to love it. Really. Anyway, that’s all for now. I’ve got to go study for my exam. I won’t have that much time tomorrow, because I am going to St. Andrews! Check out some of the photographs from my trip below. Until next time…


2 responses to ““There’s a bird in Anth’s bed.”

  1. Sounds like you’re having a FANTASTIC time! =) That was quite the story! AND, your pictures are amazing, as usual. =) I can’t wait to see you next semester!

  2. if this was facebook i would like this.

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