Traveling to Barcelona has allowed me to discover an entirely new culture, while also observing my own culture from a very different perspective. This is especially true in regards to the nightlife the city has to offer its younger generation. My first night in Spain was a little over two months ago--January 8th to be exact.
One of the first things I noticed was how late people go out in Spain. As opposed to America where people usually go out around seven or eight and get back around midnight, I found the majority of young people do not even hit their first bar or club until one in the morning. My first club in Barcelona was like nothing I had ever seen. We arrived at 'Sutton"--a local nightclub around two in the morning and already, the club was packed.
We danced all night and all morning until the club closed around six. It occurred to me that few clubs in the U.S. would ever be open that late--two, maybe three in the morning at the latest. To my surprise, the night, or in this case, the morning was still young. Some locals and I quickly headed to a nearby club called ‘Seven’ which opened at seven in the morning. The place once again was packed with locals for what the club called “Morning Sessions”. It was one of the longest and shortest nights of my life. For while it lasted more than eight hours, in a blink, it was gone.
One of the first things I noticed was how late people go out in Spain. As opposed to America where people usually go out around seven or eight and get back around midnight, I found the majority of young people do not even hit their first bar or club until one in the morning. My first club in Barcelona was like nothing I had ever seen. We arrived at 'Sutton"--a local nightclub around two in the morning and already, the club was packed.
We danced all night and all morning until the club closed around six. It occurred to me that few clubs in the U.S. would ever be open that late--two, maybe three in the morning at the latest. To my surprise, the night, or in this case, the morning was still young. Some locals and I quickly headed to a nearby club called ‘Seven’ which opened at seven in the morning. The place once again was packed with locals for what the club called “Morning Sessions”. It was one of the longest and shortest nights of my life. For while it lasted more than eight hours, in a blink, it was gone.
Still, I had met so many people that I doubt I will ever forget. All the locals seemed very open and friendly, especially when I made an effort to speak their language. While most new English, some new three, four, even five languages. They appeared much more worldly than young people in America. One guy even approached me and whispered in my ear, “Spanish, English, Italian, German, or French?” I meekly replied, “Ingles, por favor.”