Wind and fire in Barcelona.
Carnivals, correfoc, and an air show in Barcelona, Spain.
I’ve liked Barcelona. It’s a very Chicago-esque place which, in a way, helped me feel at home here the past four weeks. I can’t really explain what it is. I joked that it’s pretty but dirty and everyone speaks Spanish. Which, in reality, is only partially a joke. Maybe it’s the Metro system that can get you anywhere. Or the beaches that are nice but don’t feel quite right. Or the mid rises and high rises. Whatever the case, I’ve liked Barcelona.
But there are some things in Barcelona that Chicago just doesn’t have. Like palm trees. Or carnivals with churros and a Euro Disney theme. Or drum lines that seem to pop up out of nowhere on any given night and lead you to something awesome, like a correfoc show.
And some things that Chicago does have, like an air show that scares you all weekend as you hear planes flying too close to you.
I’ll miss Barcelona, even after four weeks here I still don’t feel like I’ve seen everything I wanted to and I certainly didn’t take advantage of the food or the nightlife here (one of the drawbacks of renting an apartment was that I didn’t meet as many people as I would in a hostel). And I’ll miss Spain. If I wasn’t at the last minute of my schengen visa I probably wouldn’t be leaving. I still have to make it to Ibiza and San Sebastian and probably a dozen or so other towns. But, alas, I guess it’s time for something new…