Wipe the sleep from your eyes, (wake up) you're in Barcelona now.
The air is sweet, and from your small balcony on Carrer de Joans Blanques street you see, and hear, the chaos.
At 8am the city beckons you to wake up. But you're blurry eyed and hardly notice locals staring up at you from the ground below. It's not the city that never sleeps. It's not a city for the weak.
It's full of random twists and turns and incomprehensible desire.
It doesn't remind you of anything or anyone, it just simply is.
A pass through place - an unknown space, of random creative flecks.
To be in the know - the bunkers is where you go. To find locals who lead you astray but in a good way. Down broken corners and hidden architecture of Gaudi from the back of supermarket stores. To eating Spanish tapas, trying Horaxta (milk drink) and more - more, sangria to be shared. Before you board that bus to San Sebastián.
Thinking, it has been an interesting time.
You'll be back for sure, to be back from more,
To see once more,
To feel once more.
The beauty of Barcelona.
See more adventures on IG: https://www.instagram.com/elly_graace/
See Jess' IG here: www.instagram.com/jess.wils/
Read about my time in Verona, Italy here: