Oh bloody hell!
She’s done it again, seduced my soul, I left her for the third time in twelve months wanting more. Why did she keep doing this to me? I was hoping to leave Barcelona hating her, I was over this obsession, this ridiculous conversation I have with everyone I meet- I can’t really talk politics but I do speak for the love of Catalonia. Surely it wasn’t possible for me to love something for more than 12 months, was it? We didn’t even speak the same language, we communicated simultaneously through connection…kind of like the handful of great sex I’ve ever had.
This time round, I didn’t get wined and dined by Barcelona’s glitterati crowd, nor did I spend my days passive smoking at places called Kush or 420. For two and a half days I dived into the genius of Gaudi visiting places like La Pedrera- Casa Mila and Park Guell. And then finally, Sagrada Familia took my breath away, gave me goosebumps and left me speechless. Fortunately for me the line to get inside wasn’t busy, so I paid the tiny fee of 15€ and stepped into the most indescribable feeling. I thought about my religious grandmother back home and how much more she would love this moment than me. Want to know what Sagrada Familia looks like inside? Read my post here.
While my days were spent wandering and immersed in the city I proudly proclaim my third home and soul sister, Sunday evening gave way for a whole new experience. Through a friend, I volunteered to help feed the beautiful city’s homeless through non-profit organisation Esperança, where we walked through the streets after 8pm and handed out warm soup, sandwiches, toiletries and clothing. It showed me another spectrum of the city I love so much and continue to learn more about with each visit.
She’s no longer my medicine, she’s my paradise away from two homes.
Have you been to Barcelona? Do you love it as much as I do? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments section below.