Barcelona: will I live here?
Barcelona: will I live here?
Well, I came back from my very last trip to Barcelona in October. I don't think I'll visit it again. The next time I'm there, I'm staying. This (very) last visit was different. I was with my brother. I took up a role of a tourist guide. The cool one. It turned out my brother wished for a normal guide not a 'cool' one.
I was determined not to show him a touristy lame Barcelona that is visited by every European teenager as a part of the get-drunk-and-piss-in-the-streets tour. I wanted to show him Barcelona that is home for many ambitious people, that is not all about Gaudi-cheap sangria-jamon-la rambla.
So, I start from the industrial part: the buildings that were used for factories, the buildings that are half demolished, the ugly street cafes where people meet to see friends, the places where homeless people collect garbage, the part of the beach where everyone jogs in the morning. He didn't like that Barcelona. He told me it's not beautiful.
I took him to the touristy places and he fell in love. Not like I did, he fell in love with the buildings that were built in order to fall in love with them. He fell in love with that image of Bar-the-lo-na. Maybe, the first time I visited, I also was like him, I can't remember. But now my Barcelona is hidden very deep inside me.
I want to live here, I told A., when he asked me how it feels to be back. On the last day I couldn't stop my tears, I didn't want to leave. I told him, that me and this city we have the same vibes. I so want to be able to live a part of my live in Barcelona. Of course, not just live but live on my terms, working the job I enjoy or studying the thing I want to devote my life to. Because if I'd have wanted to stay, I could have stayed illegally, many people do that, and they work hard to make a living. But that is not my path.
I'm very curious to see how my life goes and if I'm going to end up in that beautiful city.