Catalonia, not Spain - Barcelona
The temperatures were already climbing in mid-June, but Barcelona, being next to the sea, felt less stifling and Sunny rather than Hot. (I couldn’t bear to imagine Spain in late July-August, when the temperatures reach famous highs and the streets are emptied of travellers.) My friends and I were excited to be there; it was the first Spanish city we were hitting. Lugging our stuffs to the dubious youth hostel through La Rambla in the cool of the night however, all we wanted was a warm bed. At first glance, Barcelona can pass off for any other city in the night, with its McDonald’s, citylights, big department stores (El Corte Ingles) and numerous metro stations. My friends and I even thought it might have been Singapore we were in, so busy still were the streets and bright the place.