the land of Catalonians...
It's wonderful that after all o these years, I was finally keeping the ticket in my hand, thanks to someone with whom I still share some other dreams.
Another adventure in my life, the new place tasting, culture space and quirky people meeting.
The way was too short to realize that we landed in Bergamo.
Hosted by humble and shy Italian who is also nudist, was brand new experience for me.
I haven't been tame with this type of people therefore I was not sure how to act not to offend anyone. After a while though, I got used to it :)
Bergamo, despite of its size, captivated me with stunning views, the Upper town area and colors everywhere around...
However, we had to move on on the other day...Barcelona, ah sweet Barcelona!
these 5 days brought hope and passion back to my life...
During my stay there i have:
tried lovely aloe vera from asian shop
was admiring amazing, colorful and freaky architecture
listening to crazy rasta bands on las rablas
bargaing with Pakistani guys
taking photos of Elmo who is fascinated about meat
watching elmo enjoying barbie's company
smelling striking hot air when leaving the plane...
struggling with my capacity to see as much as I could while being sick...
tasting Oriol's food, cooked carefully and with no rush
reading about Gaudi and his specific childhood which later on
had a great impact on his art
calling cats which were everywhere to be founded
seen the ducks, enjoying the time in front of church - Cathedral de Barcelona
observing nudists and drinking beer on the beach
eaten papaguayo :)
admiring the views...
tasted a mojito in a plastic cup ....yummi!
smothering some chicos
walking barefoot and searching for this poor man who stole my shoes!
tried homemade wine in the smallest, most crowded and still so cozy place!
attended flamenco music concert..and admired charmismatic dancer- her moves were enough to see what she felt...
been in guell park, where thousands of colors combined together make compelling view...
seen half naked dj from latin america, performing in one of the clubs....
been thinking about life while watching ol walls of the castle...
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No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.” – L. Yutang.
