Years ago, my best friend came to visit me in Spain. I was studying abroad (shout out to Granada, Spain!) and she flew in for a weekend before we took off for Rome. I probably don't even have to say this, but when you're in college and your best friend comes to visit you in Spain, where the nightlife is ridiculous, you go pretty hard. The night before our crack-of-dawn flight to Rome, we stayed up way too late partying. I don't even know how we made the flight, to be honest. But once we touched down in Rome, we were ready to rock and roll after just a snooze on the plane.