(travel scriptum – Spain in September)
When was the last time you wrote one? Long time ago right (if you ever did)? Mandatory colorful paperboard that traveled thousands of miles just to get into the right hands, has been neglected and replaced by another (undoubtedly easier) forms of communications. On the other hand, it’s difficult to write about Barcelona. There’s no such thing that haven’t been written. That’s why I decided to send postcards. Intimate experience of the city, a short breath of Spain described with tiny handwriting on limited space. Without too many words, although not just: lots of warm greetings from, but sent from the heart, with kisses and intent. And there were couple of those… So, vamos!
Vueling flies at the strange time of night, so I arrived in Barcelona at 6am. It was the right date though, as on 11 September (besides elevated airline paranoia) a huge rally in support of the independence of Catalonia was held on the streets of Barcelona. You already know this, geopolitics and stuff, but I’m surprised that it’s nothing like rallies in Belgrade. Rivers of people are walking peacefully, quietly holding babies (less than one year old) and wear yellow-red flags on which Pakistanis profit the most – they seem to be ready for everything and equally good sell umbrellas at the slightest hint of rain or pull out souvenirs if they hear you don’t speak Spanish. As I still didn’t feel comfortable in the crowd (and subconsciously expected to hear glass breaking along with someone rushing besides me with snickers under his arm), we went to the park Citadel where you can easily relax reading a book on the grass (so I wonder if you’d more like the sun in the park or the atmosphere on the streets). My first impression – Spain (still) is a place where you don’t have to shout to get what you want. Or did we (in Serbia) lost our culture?
This phenomenal photo comes straight from the Pyrenees. Yep, right from there. No one warned me that in less than 2 hours drive from Barcelona you can find (among other things) the Pyrenees so on the second day of my journey, we climbed almost 4 hours to the monastery of Val de Nuria that is located there. Otherwise, Barselonians (that’s how you say it, right?) are obsessed with running, so on this rough terrain almost third of the people we met ran to the bottom of the mountain. And Ola! – all of them politely said hello! Therefore, in Belgrade I am starting to bring back Good morning neighbor! into style. See you soon for coffee & training 😉
I have not experienced the nightlife in Barcelona. The music was shut down almost everywhere, but maybe the atmosphere is better in the summer? We were walking in the famous Born district, but they didn’t even want to let us have a drink if we don’t have dinner. The first night though, we went to a house party. Spanish people often make house parties (which is unfortunately a forgotten discipline in Serbia) and it was one of the most pleasant evenings in my life. They are so friendly, joyful, without restrains and have fun like there’s no tomorrow. Girls approach girls to get to know them and oversized heels, eyebrows and mouths are out. With all this, the men dance as much as girls! Some of the next nights, we even went to a gay bar and we were the only girls there (not counting those with the Adam’s apple). This loft is located at the top of heterosexual-friendly hotel and myths say that they have glass bathrooms which are completely exposed to the eye of the neighbor next door. It seems to me that noisy Belgrade still offers better entertainment for the uptight (and straight) men, but everything has its own it seems…
Beso, see you soon!
I know you love warmth as much as I do, but Barcelona is not for the sea. And it is for the sea. Depends on how you take it. The beach is beautiful, but the sea is kind of slimy. Or maybe I’m spoiled with Greece. City coast is strange, you first pass the beautiful port and there’s part for swimming without standard beach bar’s and umbrellas (!), where people lie like sardines and sunbathe (and me along with them). Climate is however, beautiful. Warm with light wind (which plays tricks and my skin burns every single day). Also, because of the waves there are surfers and sailing boats, and the sky is kinda huge, spacious and beautiful, so at the end you realise that you are at the sea. If you want to swim nicely however, it’s better to go to a place called Sitges. This is a charming little town and a very gay friendly place, definitely not intended for Balkan males that would feel threatened here (as a female I felt great here).
Darling, next time I fly to you, ok? Big smack!
I don’t know how you didn’t mention Montjuïc as the most beautiful place on the planet! This breathtaking park, where plants are brought from all around the world is an amazing venue for concerts, parties and outdoor cinema. It has the best view of the entire city, both the Joan Miró Museum and National Gallery are placed here, and it’s just a cable car away from the beach! During my stay the festival La Mercè celebrated in the name of the saint-patron of Barcelona was held. It lasts about 5 days and in addition to seeing traditional human pyramid, which is held in front of the Assembly, various events were held all over town and we attended the amazing circus stunts and were walking, walking… And Barcelona is most beautiful when you walk (which you wouldn’t like that much), but flat streets evenly distributed with interesting architecture and monument at every crossroad simply enchant you to make another step, and then another…
Honey, I embrace you and love you, coffee in Przionica is waiting for us!
I saw Casa Mila and Casa Batllo and Sagrada Familia, but I only entered into the Park Guell (and then I regretted why I didn’t go into other places). Also, I walked in the Barcelona cathedral, which is a must-see (with obligatory climbing up to the roof). However, the most beautiful thing was when I escaped from the crowd and climbed to the old bunkers del Carmel where again, unreal cityscape of Barcelona lied. The art is valued in Barsa, and therefore I felt bad that I didn’t get to visit the National gallery and Makba, but I went to both museum of Picasso and Miro. Miro is really not for everyone and Picasso’s name plays tricks – museum indeed holds a lot of work from his entire life works, but there is no any meaningful pieces. However, it was interesting to see what he was doing because everything this genius touched, Picasso mastered to perfection.
Kiss my dear S :*
In the bottom of National gallery, there is this famous fountain that changes colors. It’s beautiful, but it’s not Barcelona. Neither is the Sagrada Familia. Or poor overblown Gaudi. Nor any other general things. I don’t really like any of these things too much. On the contrary, I like when I get lost and end up in the street where the sound of the guitar is waiting on me. The fact that old people hold each other hands while they walk. When I’m caught in the vastness of the sky, and it brings me up. I like the vibe in the Garcia district, the air that carries the energy. When sea awaits me around the corner on Montjuïc. The thing that all is possible and you know exactly what you shouldn’t do. Peace of mind and that intangible thing that cannot be explained but it circulates through me while I stroll. Would I have liked it more if you had been there with me? Hm, better luck next time 😉