I wish I could write you a love letter for Barcelona, but the truth it’s a city I’ve just never fallen for. I think of the places I’ve visited in my life as old romantic flames; some I’ll never get over, others still give me butterflies thinking of them even though I don’t feel the need to return, sometimes you meet your true love (in my case Paris), and others you keep going back to thinking they’ll give you something more but they just don’t have it. It’s not that I don’t like Barcelona, it’s just that I know I could never love him. He does try though…with his rooftop pools, charming passageways, popsicles at the market and cheap mojitos on the beach. He even had a few surprises for me this time, like a romantic evening atop Tibidabo looking over the city and a picnic from Cornelia. But in the end, we’re just not right for one another. We made some nice memories though, so we can still be friends right?
9 July 2014
Postcards from Barcelona