Last night, or rather this morning at 4:30am I had an epiphany. Barcelona is a city where the nightlife gets started very late - like after midnight, and keeps going well beyond the 2am closing time in Los Angeles. So why am I suffering, tossing and turning in bed until 5am and beyond? If my body wants to be awake, let it.
I decided now would be a great time to start exploring the city at night.
Timing, as they say, is everything.
Here's the glitch: It's Easter. Which, unbeknownst to me starts on Thursday in this devoutly Catholic city. Everything is shut down. There's nary a soul on the street. Maybe this only applies to La Zona Alta? Aside from the fact that the wind is howling, practically uprooting the trees, there is a storm a-brewin, with the rain set to start just after midnight. Tonight might not be the night to start hitting the town.
Therefore if I can't go out, I will try this Hail Mary of an attempt to knock myself out. Washing down a half of a clonazepam with some red wine (i know, don't mix the two)... but i'm desperate!
In bed at 10:43 pm (or 22:43). No more late night blogging. All electronics off. Must. Get. Sleep.