The Beaches of Barcelona From A Guy's Point of View

And finally, we come to the majestic Mediterranean, the real reason to go to Barcelona. Sand beneath your toes, awe inspiring blue sea in front of you, and beautiful topless women all around you. Sure, it isn't all paradise, the beach has some litter, out at sea appears to be some military ships (going to Libya?) and some of the topless women, well, a few you'd prefer they weren't topless; but it's the Mediterranean and you're on a beach and the sun is shining and the water is the perfect temperature so really, you can't complain.





The Mediterranean is arguably the birthplace of Western civilization with the far reaching influence of the Greeks and Romans to our culture still seen today like gyros and worshiping Bacchus, the god of booze and crazy sex (paraphrased for your benefit). So going there was kind of like going home. You know, like when you go back to your home town and you're a complete bum with no responsibilities and you just kind of lie around all day drinking and having a good time. So as we lay there enjoying the cool sea breeze, the perfect water and the plethora of exposed mammary glands, peddlers were coming around selling drinks, massages and who knows what else for our lounging pleasure. If you're not too sure about grabbing a drink from some random person on the beach, there were plenty of bars just up on the board walk for your drinking/eating needs. The place we stopped at had a discounted drink of the week (tequila sunrise that day) but your best bet is probably to just bring some wine down since it is so cheap in Spain (and Bacchus would approve). Our biggest regret was not spending more time on the beach while we were there, but we had places to go and people (though decidedly more clothed unfortunately) to see so we had to settle for two trips, one of laying in the sun and swimming and another just to walk the beach, where Reva looked out to sea, while my gaze went out over the beach to umm, better understand how to live the Mediterranean lifestyle.


As to whether we went Mediterranean and took our tops off... Well, what happens in Barcelona, stays in Barcelona*.
*Warning: Barcelona/Vegas privacy shields do not prevent bringing weird STDs or poorly thought through tattoos back with you, so don't be stupid.


- Derek