I’ve fallen in love. My past week was spent travelling all across Barcelona, from the beautiful ‘jardins’, to the museums which look like palaces. I’ve walked for hours on end, and not even my leg ache can make me regret each step my sandled-feet walked.
Never have I been abroad and captured so much in so few days. I imagine my photo album will keep exploding on my blog, regardless of topic. But for now, I need to discuss this incredible city.
Architecture over sand
Despite the beautiful beaches, Barcelona is not made for sun and sea. It’s not a place I would recommend to those hoping to do little more than sunbathe. To me, Ibiza has prettier beaches and softer sand. Barcelona is where you go to dream.
It’s the kind of city one can lose themselves in. Every apartment block is worthy of a capture; each street has a type of prettiness – one your eyes are mesmerised to. During my week visit, I explored Park Guell – the famous architecture of Gaudi.
This is a must-see, along with the many gardens on Montjuic. The walk is long, and in the hot weather of August, you can feel as though you’ll collapse from exhaustion. Though drink plenty of water and try to make it through, because the gardens are spectacular.
Visions of the future
Since getting back with my ex and talking about our future, I’ve had real reflection. On the one hand, I’m trying to stay cool. I’m trying to not over think or over picture, incase the picture is lost once more. On the other, we’re talking about our lives together, and it’s exciting.
I came to Barcelona, and just like I did in Paris, I thought, maybe this is it. Maybe living is about waking up on a beach, living on a spectacular street, and getting lost wandering. From my tourist vision, everything is so together. The dogs are unbelievably well-behaved, and the health levels are phenomenal. I saw runners and gym classes on the sand, and various hikers upon the various hills.
Imagine waking up to this. Why does it have to be lived so short, nothing more than a holiday? What if my dream is to live as a successful author in a hot country. Would I appreciate the scenery each day, or would I become bored? Eventually missing the rain in London, and the leaves in autumn.
Is happiness longevity or fleeting?
I can say I felt genuine happiness in Barcelona. I felt like I belonged. Happiness is a peculiar emotion to me. I’ve only ever witnessed it truly in short-lived periods. People talk about the terrible pick-pocketing – I luckily never became victim.
Perhaps happiness is down to what we choose to see. Barcelona has its faults. Graffiti is splattered everywhere. Each wall and lamp-post is covered. There’s a surprising lack of ice-cream and drink shops on the beach, and tucked among the old buildings, are some corporate offices which appear as if dirt specs are on a painting.
But as I approached the city as a dreamer; dreams is what I saw. I have lost myself in its beauty, and I adore Barcelona for helping me to feel as though I’ve lived. My life is that much more fulfilled, and if you are ever wondering where to take your next vacation, I highly recommend you consider this area of Spain.
Don’t expect easy sign posts and tourist advice. You go out of your way to see its magnificance, and while you can’t see it all on one trip, you can fall in love in a few days.
Have you been to Barcelona? What’s one of the most stunning places you have visited?