Cultural activity- Barcelona for the weekend
This weekend I had my very last trip planned for Mallorca, Spain. Mallorca is an island off of the coast and is considered a top vacation spot. Although this trip may have been extremely relaxing and unbelievable, I had a hard time leaving my apartment for my flight on Friday.
It hit me that I have a little less then two weeks left in the most amazing city in the world, and I am not happy about it. I packed my suitcase and printed out my boarding passes… but I sat back down on my couch and decided to stay. I looked at my social media platforms such as Facebook, Instagram and Twitter and looked through all of the pictures of all of the previous adventures I have already taken to other countries. Nothing beats Barcelona.
I realized the I can’t get back the sunny Barcelona days and the outrageous nights at opium. I can’t get back Bo De Be, or gelato on the Mediterranean. I cant get back laying out on the beach and having 1,786 people that claim they are experts at giving “massages” ask if I would like a foot rub for money. I will miss FC Barcelona games with thousands of loyal fans. Although there are some days I want to see every country in the world, Barcelona is always what I look forward to coming back to every Sunday night after traveling for the weekend.
I look forward to taking the metro with hundreds of new faces every day. I look forward to waking up in my apartment and stepping outside on my balcony and seeing the mountains to my left and right. The food I have eaten abroad has made me realize that I am not a picky eater anymore. I have expanded my horizons to heights I never thought I would reach. I don’t need cellular data to talk to my friends 24/7. I do not need a map to get me places. I am a lot more street smart and independent, and I love that. I will miss the warm days and cold Barcelona nights with my best friends. Ill miss having no responsibility here besides school work. These are the best days of my life and I am so incredibly sad seeing it come to an end.
I know that one day I will come back to Barcelona when I am older, I just don’t know when. People have been asking my lately if I would want to live here when I am older, and I think i would love to live here for a year or two. When I first came abroad, I couldn’t imagine living in Barcelona for longer than four months, but now I am dying to stay.
Barcelona, you win. You have my heart. Thank you for these last four months of endless opportunities and adventures. Thank you for the lifelong friendships and memories that you have created. Thank you for teaching me how to be independent, and happy on my own. Ill be back one day!