In the beginning. . .

The first time I came to Barcelona it was mostly a whim, really I only flew in to BCN because the price was right, my true destination was to visit a friend in Sevilla. But I ended up staying there for a couple nights on my way back because I had an aquaintance who lived in town. She made sure I got a map and handed me her keys before she left for work. Walking alone on those big city streets I felt alive. I loved Gaudí! I loved bilingual pub quiz night! I even loved the metro. So like most love stories it began. . . with idealism. I couldn´t get Barça out of my mind for a year and now I´m back to discover if its the real thing. . .