night and day projects

Another year, another city, another place to leave behind, another bed I slept in, another street that feels my street, another favorite place to run, people met, friends made, one night stands that became more than that, so many new places discovered, so many bars, great concerts, feelings of loneliness from time to time only to be overwhelmed again by the city and its people every time I step outside, many sleepless nights with parties until 8am, going to the beach by bike, dirty streets and shady people in Raval, touristy Ramblas and souvenir shops I want to avoid, parks with trees and concrete and those wooden benches you have everywhere, the smell of weed on every corner, Catalunyan nationalism, gay couples holding hands, dirty metro and the train to work through green national park, every time I set foot on the street, the smell, this special smell, a mixture of smog and trash and port and sand and people so open and so easy to talk to, just use more body language, they will always understand, struggles with Spanish and not understanding a word of Catalan, art on every corner, so much art, Barcelona will always stay here for me, gritty and friendly, Barcelona, me encanta.