Catalonia: There's a man in our room

After our night in Girona, we decided to visit the Costa Brava city of Lloret De Mar, a busy beach city known for it's night life.

At this point we had been in Spain for two weeks already and we had become accustomed to the noise, no matter where we stayed, it was noisy. That was just a fact of being in Spain.  Knowing Lloret de Mar had a reputation we had no expectations of having a quite night. However, what we did experience went way past what we did expect.

For the most part we were very surprised by how quiet our hostel was, especially since we were above a busy restaurant. In fact, it was more quite then most of the places we had stayed, that was, until three in the morning came around.

I woke up to what sounded like a man sitting at the end of my bed singing. Singing badly, I may add. He sang everything from salsa to Spanish opera. He sang until he left his room at 8 am.

Needless to say, husband wasn't allowed to listen to any of his salsa music on our drive to Barcelona that morning.

After our misadventures in Saint Llorenc, Figueres, and Girona, Catalonia was not getting off to a good start. Would Barcelona be any different?