I've tried to write this post many times over the past month, I'm sick of it. I wrote about what happened over the past weeks, how Barcelona hasn't changed that much, and how Barcelona has changed a lot.
Bullshits nobody really cares.
Sun still hit the skulls, goats are still crumbling the rocks. Barcelona is the same charming malodorous pastry I left years ago.
I met friends I haven't seen in years. Can you imagine it? Years. Years in digital currency means decades. And we shared a physical place. I mean, we breathed the same air. At the same time.
Sometimes I get out just for taking pictures, I have almost forgotten this feeling. And I take pictures. More than expected. More than when I was living here.
And that's why we will spend one month more here.