I had got off the bus and landed in Barcelona. Woohoo! The city meant freedom, style and love to me, and after watching Woody Allen’s Vicky Christina Barcelona, I jotted down ‘Spend a week in Barcelona’ in my bucket list. I had arrived in Barcelona, all excited and wide-eyed and made my way to the Kabul hostel, in the heart of the Barri Gòtic (Gothic Quarters). And from then on, it was one week of non-stop happiness. From anonymous graffiti on the large wooden doors to Antonio Gaudi’s funky structures and everything in between had a dash of certain joie de vivre to it. Even the grills on windows had a unique freestyle pattern to them.
Barri Gòtic, with its crisscrossing streets, was perfect to get lost in and an ideal neighbourhood to bum a smoke off someone. I spent most mornings walking around the quarters and discovering new alleys and stores to window-shop. Between La Rambla and Plaza Cataluña, there are a good number of buskers engaging passers-by, my favourite being the green-faced guy dressed as The Mask.
I spent one day on a Gaudí tour and visited a few buildings he has designed and the famous incomplete church, Sagrada Familia. I wanted to step inside Casa Batlló and Casa Milà for a better understanding of his works, but the queues and ticket costs dictated otherwise. Park Güell though, is free for all and is a large place where I ended up spending over half a day. There was even a local band performing there. On way to the park, I saw more modern buildings than in the old part of the city. There’s painstaking sculpture and carving on several buildings, art on the street lamps and even pavers on the sidewalk, and then there are structures that are starkly minimalistic. What a mix!
Tired after all the walking around in the daytime, I would go back to Kabul to queue up for the complimentary dinner, and then step out again for a walk and a drink. I had befriended a few travellers at the hostel, and we hit the clubs on the sea shore. I think we were out dancing until sunrise for five days of the week!
I was in Barcelona after dreaming about the city for many years. The week I spent there flew away sooner than I wished, even with all the running around I did, from the bull-fighting stadium to the magic fountain; from the ancient church to the moving jetty; from a CouchSurfing meeting to metro train station; from one place to another! There were still places I missed experiencing and some where I wanted to go again. But between making new friends and bumping into and old one, practising broken Spanish and loving their accent, loving the fashion sense on the streets, exchanging grins with other tourists and trying to understand art, there was only so much I could do in a week. Barcelona was every bit enchanting as I had imagined it to be.
I would also take the long walk to the sunny beach often and was told that the far end of it was nudist. It is on my bucket list to visit one, but that week, my Indian modesty kept me from going au naturel. We’ll save that one for another time!
(Sonali Shah. Mumbai, India.)
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Barcelona is on my list! Thank you for taking me there for now since I can’t make it just yet.
Keep the posts coming,
Hey, Carrie! Glad to know you enjoyed the post. If you dream about visiting the city for a bit longer, I’m sure you’ll be sipping on some sangria in Barcelona before you know it!
Wow, Barcelona sounds so amazing!! I like how you described the architecture.. great writing, makes me want to visit Spain. Looking forward to your next post!
Thank you! Oh, yes, pl do visit Spain. And remember me for the tiniest bit when you’re getting a tan on the beach!
Wow Sonali!!!You literally transported me to Barcelona with your post!!Enjoyed reading about your trip…This place is on my ‘desired places to visit’ list:):)