It was back in early 2014 when I kicked off my relationship with Barcelona. Those were the days I could club-hop down at the Port Olympic until the sun rose over La Barceloneta. Opium to Shoko, swing by Carpe Diem back to Opium. Even if the pre-drinks began at Eclipse at W Hotel on the other end of the beach, I’d always turn the lights on at Opium with my girlfriend and numerous new friends from the local Alumni, usually a bevy of young and intoxicated American girls we’d accumulate in our presence throughout the night. … View Post

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