Jessica and I met at Barcelona airport , starting our trip through Spain and ending our long distance relationship. I met Jess at terminal 2 after waiting 3 hours in terminal 1 (You cannot simply glide into a close proximity relationship). The sun was falling below Barcelona city as the taxi drove us toward it.
Our accommodation was in the Barri Gotic area. A small room with a balcony that looked out into a narrow street surrounded by buildings that felt as though they could touch together above you. In the mornings I could hear the cutlery, music and people from cafes as I lay in bed looking at the ceiling. We spent more on food than we intended. We visited tapas restaurants, drank wine and walked to the beach. All without using the metro.
The beach in Barcelona is powdery like dust and it pastes your dry feet rather than falling away like regular sand. It was that way last year and has been since 1992 when they formed it for the Olympic games. The 1992 games were the first I watched, I was in primary school and barely six years old. In the effort to modernise, Barcelona was inadvertently turned into a skatepark. Almost everything is skateable and it is a regular vist for skateboarders the world over.
I grew up watching skateboarding videos and now I am rolling down the same marble streets that were filmed in them.
Jess and I watched La Ramblas through the window of the Aerobus. Both of us couldn’t believe how quickly the four days went. We were in barcelona for 2 weeks last year , which took away our urgency to sight-see this time round. If you read this before planning a trip of your own, you will not run out of things to do in this city. The more time the better .