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Vueling flies\u00a0at the\u00a0strange time of night, so I arrived in Barcelona at 6am. It was the\u00a0right date though, as on\u00a011 September (besides\u00a0elevated 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\u00a0yellow-red flags on which Pakistanis profit the most\u00a0– they seem to be ready for everything and\u00a0equally good sell umbrellas at the slightest hint of rain or pull out souvenirs if they hear you don’t speak Spanish. As I\u00a0still didn’t feel comfortable in the crowd (and subconsciously expected to hear\u00a0glass breaking along with someone\u00a0rushing besides me with snickers\u00a0under his arm), we went\u00a0to the park Citadel where you can easily\u00a0relax reading\u00a0a book on the grass (so I wonder if you’d more like the sun in the park or the atmosphere on the streets). My\u00a0first impression – Spain (still) is a place where you don’t have to shout to get what you want. Or\u00a0did we (in Serbia) lost\u00a0our culture?<\/p>\n
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Dear Marince,<\/p>\n
This phenomenal\u00a0photo 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\u00a0on the second day of my journey, we climbed almost\u00a04 hours to the monastery of Val de Nuria that is located there. Otherwise, Barselonians (that’s how you say it, right?) are\u00a0obsessed\u00a0with running, so on this rough\u00a0terrain almost third of the people we met ran to the bottom of the mountain. And Ola!<\/em> – all of them\u00a0politely said hello! Therefore, in Belgrade I am starting to bring\u00a0back Good morning neighbor!\u00a0<\/em>into style. See you soon for coffee & training \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n Kiss!<\/p>\n Dear\u00a0Spale,<\/p>\n I have not experienced the nightlife in Barcelona. The music was shut down\u00a0almost 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\u00a0in Serbia) and it was one of the most pleasant evenings in\u00a0my life. They are so friendly,\u00a0joyful,\u00a0without restrains\u00a0and have fun like there’s no tomorrow. Girls approach girls to get to know them and oversized heels, eyebrows and mouths are out. With\u00a0all 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\u00a0myths 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…<\/p>\n Beso<\/em>, see you soon!<\/p>\n Dear Tijana,<\/p>\n 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\u00a0kind of slimy. Or maybe I’m spoiled with\u00a0Greece. City coast is strange, you first pass the beautiful port and there’s\u00a0part for swimming without standard beach bar’s and umbrellas (!), where\u00a0people lie like sardines and sunbathe (and me along with them). Climate is\u00a0however, beautiful. Warm with light wind\u00a0(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\u00a0at the end you realise that you are at the sea. If you want to swim\u00a0nicely 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).<\/p>\n Darling, next time I fly to you, ok? Big smack!<\/p>\n Dear Milenica,<\/p>\n I don’t know how you\u00a0didn’t mention Montju\u00efc as the most beautiful place on the planet! This breathtaking park, where plants are brought from all around the world is an amazing\u00a0venue for concerts, parties and outdoor cinema. It has\u00a0the best\u00a0view of the entire city, both the Joan Mir\u00f3 Museum and National Gallery are placed\u00a0here, and it’s just a\u00a0cable car\u00a0away from the beach! During my stay the festival La Merc\u00e8 celebrated in the name\u00a0of the saint-patron of Barcelona\u00a0was held. It lasts\u00a0about 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\u00a0streets evenly distributed with interesting architecture and monument at every crossroad simply enchant you\u00a0to make\u00a0another step, and then another…<\/p>\n Honey, I embrace you and love you, coffee in Przionica\u00a0is waiting for us!<\/p>\n Dear Sonjica,<\/p>\n 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\u00a0go into\u00a0other 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\u00a0from the crowd and climbed to the\u00a0old 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 \u00a0museum of Picasso and Miro. Miro is really not for everyone and Picasso’s name plays tricks – museum\u00a0indeed holds\u00a0a 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\u00a0mastered to perfection.<\/p>\n Kiss my dear S :*<\/p>\n Hey,<\/p>\n 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\u00a0like any of these things too much. On the contrary, I like when I\u00a0get lost and end up\u00a0in the street where the\u00a0sound 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\u00a0awaits me around the corner on Montju\u00efc. The thing that all is possible and you know exactly what you shouldn’t\u00a0do. 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,\u00a0better luck next time \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" (travel scriptum – Spain in September) When was the last time you\u00a0wrote one? Long time ago right (if you ever did)? 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