Feeling so alive!
Its not particularly difficult for me to be moved to tears, i am known to be a crier. But damn this city, it made me cry so much.
I spent 2 months in Barcelona from February to April of this year. I was there for an illustration residency that i applied for on a whim, and the city was an in between stop for me, as i was going to there, and then back to Berlin to pack my stuff and move back to Greece. And what an amazing decision that was. Barcelona was a breakthrough for me, in that it showed me there’s other cities for me out there, and that life can be lived elsewhere, and that Berlin is not all that. A sigh of relief, I wasn’t making a mistake moving away.
This is a blessed place, kissed by god and all the other artists, and its my favorite city ever. I think it has a way of bringing out the best in people, and i havent met such friendly locals before, despite what they say about the catalans, and how gentrification has made Barcelonians unfriendly (and righteously so, may i add).
Still, the streets bring peace, and the pigeons have souls and people smile there, and they dont seem to really want to yell at each other all that much - rare.
There’s many landmark places i didnt yet see, many hills i didnt yet climb and beaches i didnt swim in still, so this guide, this experience isnt a . But a ,
I thank this city for teaching me how to enjoy my own company, how to be a social creature, how to live a little bit less materialistically, how to follow a gut instinct, an adventure and how to speak spanish!
🪭🦐🌊🌆