First it is social; second it is private, wondering what the third time in Barcelona would be like.

Have you ever flown in your dreams wondering how that was possible without wings, still taking advantage of the unusual happening and wanting to go higher and higher?

That was my first impression of Barcelona a few years ago. The spirit of Gaudi, the wide boulevard Passeig de Gracia  - the enchanting  Rockefeller of Barcelona; Las Ramblas, with the charm of Rhett Butler in ‘Gone with the Wind’; Plaza Cataluña a kind of ‘The Beatles’ with lots of fans, El Puerto, la Plaza España.

Facing La Sagrada Familia, climbing the Parc Guel empire, exploring the marine tunnel of El Aquario, then a little bit of flamenco mood and of ‘ life as it used to be’ en el Pueblo Español. During daytime, sun and ‘mariscos’, in the afternoon ‘puesta del sol’ and tapas.

The second time, it was a close embrace with Barcelona (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwEI-alBL-I), not high in the air, but down to earth, where Barcelona was happening. No more (monuments) affairs, but street life, delirious life, elegant life, racing with the devil on the Spanish highways, while flashes of the first time moved at the speed of an iron horse through my head. Barcelona conquered within minutes with the permission of the interconnected green stoplights and two BMW wheels.

The Montjuic Castle at almost mid(night), Barcelona at its highest, la Barceloneta, the enigmas of ‘el Raval’. Wine and Cava de Villafranca. Born, Mirablau and Miramelinda…Mojito? Yo, no, gracias, mas vale Cosmopolitan. Y, gracias por aver encontrado mi bombon;) I thought I’ve lost it en Alacant;)

Then the Portal d’Angel, el turon, Adolfo Dominguez, and the ubiquitous El Corte Ingles, la libreria Lesseps. During day time, I fell in love with, Burberry and Laurel…

The last Sunday…the last Sunday…the last Sunday (of many to come), that was a day that all the sciences in this world couldn’t define. The ‘sea lo que sea’ feeling, the ‘nothing to lose’ feeling that actually opens one’s mind to unexpected possibilities.  

In the end, it is not the places that you see nor the people that you meet, but the people and the places that you will (always) remember.

In moto from Barcelona to Sitges: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOMLGm0ZHvA

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