I’m writing this while sitting on the seafront of Barceloneta. Sun is still pretty strong even though is almost 5pm and we’re leaving for our plane very soon.
It’s hard to explain how much Barcelona surprised me. I’m not really sure why but it never really crossed my mind to visit Barcelona until a year ago. And that was just out of protest toward Irish gloomy weather. But then it was just something I said and didn’t think much about it afterwards.
Month ago Boris found out that he has a week long gap between his old and new job. Long story short- we made up our mind pretty quickly. That wasn’t enough time to go to Croatia, and the weather there was even worse than Ireland. I realized quickly that this would be perfect time to go to Barca. After booking everything and rather cheap, (I guess no-one else travels end of January), I didn’t have much time to plan or research for the trip. Luckily a good friend who spent some time in Barcelona few years ago supplied us with a list of her favorites we could relay on 🙂
But from the first day I was in love. The whole city has some kind of serenity about it (at least that’s how it is late January, don’t imagine it’s so serene during summer, but still). It seems like time stands still there while you’re enjoying a cup of coffee and the warm sun. The facades of buildings beautifully warm toned, colorful and a look like a work of art, palm trees everywhere and sound of some Spanish song always in the background. Everywhere we went seemed like we’re in a movie scene. There’s so many layers of this town and I don’t think we’ve even seen a half of it… Never felt more at home in a place I visited for the first time.
By the time I finished this post I’m at home in Dublin, back to reality… Nothing wrong with reality, but it’s nice to escape it from time to time and enjoy new places…