Barcelona
This wasn't a new city.
Wasn't a new country, not even a new culture to take in.
In fact, what made this trip so amazing was that it felt so much like home.
I haven't been home almost 5 months now, and it's been getting hard to stop the nostalgia associated to food, language, or simply an old friend popping on my Facebook newsfeed...
But this weekend, in Barcelona, I was invaded with memories from many different periods of my life. I got to reminisce about my first college years, my boyfriend and its group of friends, and great dinners and double dates... My Erasmus times, when my friends visited me in my first month in Brussels... And then one of my best friends in Lisbon, with whom I shared so many things - And hopefully one day will get to share so many more!
This was a haunting weekend with deep emotions and connections. Three days passed, and I'm still trying to focus again on my daily tasks at work. It was a mixture of homesickness and anxiousness about the future, about the choices I've made and the ones still left to take on.
This weekend had tapas, sangria, Argentinian mate, Saté, mojitos, vegan food, songs, guitars, a giant cat, beach, ramblas, pastéis de bacalhau, compliments, couchsurfing, long conversations, hours of walking around, Gaudi, more than 10 coffees, and a very difficult - but sweet - goodbye...
It had magical moments and it had peacefulness - And I finally finished reading Lord of the Flies by William Golding - Totally worth it, goes on the top of my list.
This weekend made me think (even more than usual) and, most of all, made me realize that, after all this time, I may be hard and impenetrable in many ways - But I am certainly not made of stone.
Wasn't a new country, not even a new culture to take in.
In fact, what made this trip so amazing was that it felt so much like home.
I haven't been home almost 5 months now, and it's been getting hard to stop the nostalgia associated to food, language, or simply an old friend popping on my Facebook newsfeed...
But this weekend, in Barcelona, I was invaded with memories from many different periods of my life. I got to reminisce about my first college years, my boyfriend and its group of friends, and great dinners and double dates... My Erasmus times, when my friends visited me in my first month in Brussels... And then one of my best friends in Lisbon, with whom I shared so many things - And hopefully one day will get to share so many more!
This was a haunting weekend with deep emotions and connections. Three days passed, and I'm still trying to focus again on my daily tasks at work. It was a mixture of homesickness and anxiousness about the future, about the choices I've made and the ones still left to take on.
This weekend had tapas, sangria, Argentinian mate, Saté, mojitos, vegan food, songs, guitars, a giant cat, beach, ramblas, pastéis de bacalhau, compliments, couchsurfing, long conversations, hours of walking around, Gaudi, more than 10 coffees, and a very difficult - but sweet - goodbye...
It had magical moments and it had peacefulness - And I finally finished reading Lord of the Flies by William Golding - Totally worth it, goes on the top of my list.
This weekend made me think (even more than usual) and, most of all, made me realize that, after all this time, I may be hard and impenetrable in many ways - But I am certainly not made of stone.
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