Barcelona is constantly evolving; just like the water of the sea that keeps changing its shape. It is an incredible city because of its scents, colors, and its art that embraces every corner of the city. It has the sea, and the air is full of salt; if you close your eyes Barcelona takes you back home, just where your heart is. Not to mention the incredible sky that one can find only in Spain; that same sky that eight years ago inspired me to buy a camera and made me start taking pictures looking up in the air, contemplating clouds, shadows and the contrail of planes flying over my head. I blame the blue, that fascinating and unique blue that makes you feel like looking up in the sky in order to see what is going on above your head. It only takes a weekend away to refresh your mind, just like a engine that starts working again, or like a car that doesn’t stop exploring the pave in order to reach its destination. Then you leave again carrying along more energy than the one you had when you left Milan to go to BCN.
And you don’t care if you have only a few hours of sleep, if you can still feel the sound of the alarm ringing way too early on your skin; you don’t care if your face is burnt by the sun. You don’t care about all these things because you are meeting new people and you are sharing such an intimate part of yourself with them. You don’t care about Letizia’s wedding and about the bridesmaid dress; you don’t care about running away from that conference or about the cigarettes that you are carrying in your bag; you don’t care about rules, walks nor about wifi-passwords; you don’t care about photographing photos, going to the swimming pool just like a tourist; you don’t care about that car that you could not drive, about Vichy Catalan nor about pictures of Japanese landscapes that you haven’t visited yet. You don’t care about eating candies – just like a child – nor about stealing brioches from the hotel lounge; you don’t care about taking selfies on the beach, nor about your flight and about the magic of airports. You don’t care about local habits nor about your the desire to come back home; you don’t care about Cacaolat or about having fresh flowers on the table.
You don’t rack your own brain to provide a rational explanation to something that is simply irrational.
