There is magic out there, I am sure of it, for I have seen it. You see, we go through life, as children, constantly learning new things, always improving, never stopping to believe there is a boogiemen out there or there is something far greater out there than what we are. Well, as we get older and older the more we forget that we are just children constantly evolving and growing, constantly becoming something else. We tend to, sometimes, loose track of the fact that this planet is amazing, it is full of unbelievable surprises, and there is something out there which makes this place incomparable to anything else that I can possibly imagine. Does that make any sense?! Thought so! Great.
On my recent trip to Spain I have experienced something I have not experienced in a very long time: I was amazed by light. I went to a building, constructed for the common church of Spain by a person who had believed. Believed both to the words this particular church had been preaching but also believed that he can be greater than great (at just 31). This person wanted pure perfection more than he wanted anything else. He was concerned with how the light would travel through the windows at different times of the day and how sound would reflect off the walls for the different instruments and for the different voices. His concern, his dedication, his desire for amazing greatness, and his constant drive to improve and to astonish people had achieved the greatest thing it could have possible accomplished for me—it had amazed me. Sadly he felt phenomena do so, nowadays.
As you read my notes of my travels to Barcelona and Madrid you might notice me being a little over-the-edge romantic. This is because I feel a little bit so. I have discovered something more there that made me think, and made me fill-up about 50 pages of my travel journal with scribbles. I feel a little more alive than I had felt in a while. I needed this trip, apparently, to realize something for myself. I hope you will enjoy reading the specifics.
So, what’s the first thing I do, right off the jet? In Barcelona? Well, Apple store, of course, what else?
Immediately, the difference of this place from the others I visit is clearly visible. How? Well, look at who is mixed in with the pigeons… See it? See the PARROTS? Yeah, parrots.
Even the door of my hostel has that old European charm to it.
This is a typical site now, at least in Philly, with all the rent-a-bike… But this was not so typical for us just a little while ago.
Gorgeous here, don’t you agree? And the main street, just like Philly, has skateboarders practicing their style.
I’m in Europe and yet this looks like home, doesn’t it?
Same as the grandmas here… Although, I think the culture here is closer to my own heart—grannies chill and gossip all day long. I think in US you are more likely to see something like this at a nursing home, not on the street, don’t you think?
This was in March, 2015… Now Philly looks like this, too; except our color choice is blue and the technology seems to be more… technological… here in Philly. The basic concept, though, is the same—grad a bike and go.
And, of course, we got the Starbucks right there, too. So typical.
Looks like an add-on balcony? Hmm… Didn’t really realize that these are allowed…
Gorgeous day, right?
And the doors… Oh, my, oh my.
I don’t know if this is “professional” [as in “paid-for”] or just graffiti, but this is definitely much better work than what I see anywhere in Philly, or anywhere in the US for that matter.
Somehow they even have bike lanes in the walking section of the road. This tells me that the bike traffic must be enormous over here.
Oh, yeah, I’ve been meaning to check out this movie for a while now.
Quite pretty here.
And even the seemingly-homeless people have nice white socks.
Oh, awesome! This bike is advertising the new camera I got—the HTC Re.
The old Mini Coopers? I think so!
I love these freaking cars! Love them enough to own one myself.
And I love how clean just about everything looks. I suppose some kind of regulations are in place since everything looks spotless here.
And I do mean everything!
Russians… Pointing at the fucking shit over on that fucking thing there, see. Yeah, that’s how we talk amongst each other. Lovely, right? I like the impressionist pattern on the tree, too—looks as if it was painted-in.
I can see myself living here, for sure.
Going to the stadium here every-so-often.
Or just hanging out in the square here.
Right by the construction (which, by the way, also looks ultra-clean).
And the oranges, apparently, are in-season.
Heading towards the Art Museum here.
Nice view there, right?
As the sun is starting to set I happen to catch a few views here’n’there.
I don’t know if it’s me or this city but everything looks so orderly…
Even the old and fucked up pavement looks great.
So do the small side streets.
Kids here. KIDS! And it’s so dang clean. How!?
Oh, yeah, I do notice quite a few dogs without a leash. Dang, I want a dog!
Oh, yeah, I am in Catalonia. It’s definitely not Spain.
Sure looks like it though.
Complete with the old train stations, undergoing renovations.
This is a fucking dumpster. DUMPSTER, you hear me?! See how clean this place is? Seriously, I think they just cleaned everything up before I got here. That must be it!
This is cool, I suppose.
Most side streets are like this, just FYI.
Just a playground.
Just a guy with a bunch of girls piled up on him. Oh-so-pissy! Hahaha
See the prices here? A beer for a dollar. Excuse me, for a Euro, but the exchange rate is almost 1:1.
Huh? Russian-owned store in a resort town that doesn’t have Matryoshkas?
I do see plenty of small local niceness.
Look at the zoom. Dope, huh?
Or this dude?
Nice highlights, girl.
Zara… This is a private joke, sorry. I’m leaving this image here only for those very few of you who are in-the-know.
And the eyeball-covered building… OK, why not?
It is definitely absolutely gorgeous here at night.
Still night, just better camera setting.
Nice ashtrays. Funny to type this as I don’t really smoke cigarettes anymore. I do miss them a little.
Don’t really know any of these DJs. Perhaps I am getting older and the parties are evolving beyond me.
Anyway I’m more into architecture, anyway. Like the naked girl on a horse with a ship… Wait, what?
Very cool. These are all bolted to the ground, by the way.
Ice-cream here is pretty interesting. They even have the Redbull flavor.
Cops are the same as everywhere else. This is good—they are easy to recognize.
The Sex Museum.
Just look at how intricate the balconies are and the tile work on the building… I wish I saw more of this in Philly.
But the portrait tourist-traps are here all-the-same.
As is the Istanbul.
As are the “statues”.
Beach side of the town.
Complete with the Columbus statue.
And, of course, fancy hotels.
Streets are the same, though.
And the doors.
And the streets.
I totally would not mind living here like this.
Oh, what a great idea! Cheap and very great-looking. Please take this up, Amazon, or somebody.
Not so much here.
Even old buildings under renovation look clean.
And the steps towards the Art Museum, too.
And the see-through sculptures, too.
Nice city view, right?
Sure is grander than the Philly Art Museum, right? But the inside of the building is actually smaller.
Shut up, prepare your ticket, and no helmets?!
Not Gaudi but still cool.
Anti-capitalism drawings look pretty funny to my eye nowadays. Wonder how people felt back then.
Rain? No matter!
The sun is the best right after the rain, don’t you think?
Some kind of a thing? Stick your sticker ticket here?
Hahahaha! Anti-Putin posts on a wall at the Barcelona Art Museum…
THESE!! Oh-so-huge and oh-so-yummy!
And the perfect way to transport water cooler and a fridge, right?
Library newspaper reading section. I don’t see these so often anymore in the States. Would be nice…
The football (soccer) stadium.
This is an absolutely fabulous way to decorate a restaurant.
And this is an equally fabulous idea to setup a bench.
Castle of some sort is not too bad either.
So are the gardens.
And even the typical crap salesmen fit right in nicely.
As do the bubble makers.
And the hipsters, chillin’ by the palm trees.
And whatever the fuck this is… Fits right in, too.
I bet when these are in bloom it’s freaking gorgeous here!
Not like it’s not gorgeous as-is.
Of course, there are the love locks. Sigh. I need to hang one of these one day, too. I suppose I need to buy one, right?
I like this idea of city maps on the ground. It’s becoming more and more frequent in the places I visit.
So are the dancing dolls, but I suppose those have been around for quite some time.
This is definitely a lovely city where I can spend more time than a few days, just relaxing and walking around. I need to come back here with more time in my pocket than a few days.
I suppose I could spend a month just studying different kinds of balconies here.
Or the different street lighting techniques.
Or the statues in tribute to Don Juan, the famous lover.
Or more balconies.
See what I mean?
Architecture is flabbergasting over here!
As are the window reflections.
And the doors… the doors are to die for!
Looking at these pics I now wish to go back with a tripod and retake all of them and then take some more.
You see what I mean about the doors?
And the alleyways.
Even the newer buildings are great-looking. I think US has something to learn from the architects here.
No, I just had to!
Right before getting a biscuit.
With nice wall-art.
And so is the design of just about every coffee shop here.
Or a random find—a mammoth museum…
Wasn’t this one of the scenes in one of the Lord of the Rings movies? Could have been…
So much history here… Just think how many knights stood here in full armor [almost typed fool armour] stood here?!
Talk about love fluctuations…
Nice here at night. Next time I will sleep in later and spend more time here at night, for sure.
Check out more night markets.
And look for girls who own entirely too much red.
Then finish the night off at the beach.
Right by Lolita. Ah, what a great book!
Don’t worry, bike happy!
Not like you will have any trouble finding a place to park your bike.
Amazing place, right?
And the food here is right up my alley—MEAT!
Restaurants are gorgeously designed, too. I think the huge flow of tourists supports these places very nicely.
See the moon?
Technically, this is a door, I think.
Communist propaganda here is all over the place.
And, occasionally I find these amazing pieces of history.
Homeless people? I guess…
These are real… For-real real. True story!
This is like a back alley. So clean! So chill!
OMG! There she is!
I can hardly wait… This is supposed to be some kind of a different experience…
Holy crap, there is so much to see!
Oh my gosh! I have rarely been as amazed as I am standing in this cathedral.
The light… These photos do not do it any justice! The light is just absolutely out of this world!
Russians are all over the place, huh?
And the views from the top are something else entirely!
The elevator shaft.
The level of detail…
Yes, I’ve been here, apparently.
And I saw the dancing dolls.
And the menus in Russian :-)
And the chocolate stores here.
Heck yeah! No inline skating allowed! If we are not allowed somewhere that basically means that we are recognized as an entity. I like that. US still rarely posts anti-inline-skating signs.
And there are clean-shaven homeless people digging in the trash.
Right beside the Satan planters.
With $100k cars parked next to $100 cars (that’s without a “k”).
I can live here, for sure!
And grow cactuses.
And enjoy the giant penis buildings.
No socker? On grass? Oh, common!
Pretty awesome giant mirror ceiling.
And the students carrying a mattress.
And a random orange ATM.
With a random smiley face.
And very small doors.
The city where Art is Trash.
But hats are the thing.
So are anti-christ bitches.
Or middle-handle-doors, too.
With overstuffed storage spaces.
Where am I flying to, next?
Amazing trip and well-worth the time I’ve dedicated to it. I definitely need to come back to Spain and re-focus on Barcelona, again, now that I know what this place is all about.