Since I spent the majority of my day alone during my trip to St. Antoni, I was in need of friends for the evening. While most people might find it a cause for concern, nothing makes friends better than free alcohol at a hostel. I stopped at a convenience store to pick up some vodka and Redbull on my way back to the hostel and within minutes of arriving I made some new, likeminded friends wielding bottles of Jägermeister and Goldschläger.
They were far fancier than me... they also had jobs.
We began the evening with the usual card games and I eventually persuaded a few members of the group to accompany on my adventure to Space. If there is one thing I love about experienced travelers, it's that they rarely ever plan ahead. Since my compatriots didn’t have any plans of their own outside of drinking, they happily purchased tickets and we were off to Space.
The club is located south of the city center just a few block back from the main beach on a street called Platja d'en Bossa. It's about a 40-minute walk from my hostel, but the streets along the way are lined with restaurants, bars, and various stores all blaring electronic anthems from their shop windows. When we finally arrived on Platja d'en Bossa, the street was jam packed with over the top bars drenched in neon lights, flashing LEDs, and deafening music everywhere you turned. Each of the numerous bars were full of impeccably well dressed people, model-like hostesses, a plenty of velvet ropes to ensure a clear line of demarcation between the “haves” and the “have-nots.” Personally, I detest the hollow illusion of exclusivity these establishments thrive off of, but damn if it isn't pretty.