A quiet sunday afternoon in Barcelona

Its 18h45 and im in Barcelona. There is a breeze running down the street that makes the courtain of the livingroom draw some waves on the hot air in this summer day.

Before I was 26 or so i had never come to Barcelona, and now i feel i come back every 3 or 4 months. Different reasons bring me here every time, and each time i leave, i wonder when will be the next time i come back. What will be the next reason to bring me here.

To be honest, I havent been here so many times. Maybe 6 or 8, i cant remember. But each time was so intense, so special, i can remember it as if it was yesterday.

Everytime i come to this city, i discover something new. I always find something interesting, visit new places and meet new people. I havent seen this city as others, following the “standard tourist procedure”: Go to an information stand, get a map of the place, draw a circle or a cross over the most interesting/important places of the city and see them as quick as possible. I know this might sound familiar to some of you.

With Barcelona its different. Im taking my time. Im giving myself the pleasure to discover and rediscover the city slowly. Doucement.

Every place I visit is unique in its own way. The importance of the place lays more in the person im with at that moment or the people I talk with. Everytime i walk around the city through places I’ve already been to, I get a flashback of when I was with this or that person. I stop for a split second and remember.

This city is getting drop by drop full of thoughts, moments and experiences. Those little drops are like a perfume I keep dearly. There is still a lot to come and everytime i walk in the streets, i hope the next drop will be as unique and different as the ones that came before.