I love to rave

So I went to my first rave in Barcelona. (This post is a month late, but better late than never, right?) It was a concert featuring Steve Aoki, this amazing DJ who I had never heard of before, but who I absolutely love now. He remixes a lot of popular songs. The atmosphere was crazy, but so energetic that you cannot help but feed off of it. Everyone was jumping up and down (of course...it was a rave) but yea I have never experienced that much noise and concentrated chaos in my entire life. The concert didn't start until 2am because that is just a normal time for people to go out in Barcelona...actually all of Spain. At first I was reluctant because I need a lot of sleep. I was like no way am I going out at 2 in the morning. I can stay out until two in the morning, but not go out at two in the morning. Anyways, of course I got talked into it by the ever-cliche line "How many times will you get to go to a rave in Barcelona?" In retrospect I am so glad I went because it was a once-in-a-life-time experience. I definitely loved it but can't see myself attending raves regularly. The next night we went to a Barcelona soccer game. When we saw them, they were number 1 in the world which I thought was pretty awesome, even though I'm not a die-hard soccer fan at all. Apparently Real-Madrid is number 1 this week, but anyways....yet another thing I'm so glad I did. Spanish people are serious about their soccer that's for sure. It was Barce vs. Malaga. It wasn't supposed to be a good game, but oh man, it was. The crowd was great, the fans crazy for their team, and the atmosphere once again, contagious. I came out of that game feeling like a die-hard Barcelona fan and like I had always been one. Once again, Barcelona, I love you.