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April 19, 2016
Jetlag is no joke. Traveling across the globe and spending 24+ hours doing so really takes a toll on your mind and body. When I went to Barcelona, I first had to meet my mom and sister in Tampa. In total, I ended up being awake for 28 hours, with most of those spent lugging around my large suitcase and sitting in a cramped airplane. So when we finally arrived in Barcelona at 7:30pm local time, I was ready to crash.
When we arrived at our Airbnb (after wandering the narrow streets for what seemed like an eternity), our host warmly greeted us and showed us around the apartment. We chatted for a bit and eventually asked for some recommendations on where to eat, drink and play. Even though I was tired, I wanted to enjoy my first night in Spain, so I asked our host, Audun, a very important question: “where can we get some wine around here?” He replied by turning to the kitchen and pulling out a bottle. “Are we all drinking?” he asked as he pulled out four glasses from the cabinet.
We continued to chat for a while until he mentioned a beach party his friend was throwing. After making a few calls, he said he could get us in, but the party didn’t start until midnight. It was about 9:00 at this point. He offered to come pick us up later after some dinner…unless we could be ready soon. Then we could all go out to dinner together. I don’t know if it was the wine or the magic of Barcelona but somehow, I decided to rally. With my mom’s encouragement, my sister and I got ready in about 15 minutes. And just like that, we were off for our first night out in Barcelona.
I wasn’t sure how the people dressed in Barcelona. After all, it was our first night there and I hadn’t thought to take note of the fashion in my exhausted, delirious state. So I put on this 70s inspired top and paired it with some flares to make sure I was comfortable, warm, and dressed appropriately for both dinner and a night out. I grabbed my bag and a jacket and we were ready to go.
It ended up being the craziest, best night we had during the entire trip. The next day was a different story. My jetlag/hangover combo isn’t something I’d wish on my worst enemy. Totally worth it though. I had to take advantage of a night tour of the city followed by some partying with locals, right?!
How do you deal with jetlag?
Photos by Courtney Woodham.