Barcelona is known for many things: its famous painters, its great sangrias, and its beautiful beaches. While theres so much to do and see in Barcelona, I’m honestly incredibly lazy. I don’t think I’m like the average traveler who wants to walk all day and visit all of the monuments and do all of the city tours. Instead I feel like I go abroad to relax, to exist in a different city, a different country, a different continent, and to take it easy. And that is something that I’m definitely doing here in Barcelona. This is Barcelona for crying out loud, not London or Madrid or Rome. The people here are relaxed and at ease. There is no rushing or hurrying or strict time-schedules. There is only Barcelona: the city where people want to be happy. 

Not unlike most beach cities, Barcelona works hard to not work hard. Its a beach-city at its very core with beautifully tanned beach babes strutting around sipping on their sangria. But, its a major tourist location as well, which means that it’s privy to pick-pocketers who walk around seedily and sneakily make their way into your bags and your belongings. You really can’t escape it, even if you are in the lesser tourist locations. But, you can work your way around it by pick-pocketing proof your bags. While walking through the market at Las Ramblas (which if you should know, is a prime location to have your stuff stolen from you) someone delibrilately and not-so-subtley tried to open my friend’s purse. Theres just so many people and so much going on, it’s really easy to have your bag in front of you and still be a suspected target for pick-pocketers. They were dressed like average tourist and once my friend noticed what they were doing, they simply walked off and into the crowd. 

So, my time in Barcelona was both relaxing and on edge. The constant supply of sangria made it even harder to make proper decisions, so I’m incredibly thankful I wasn’t stolen from. I attribute that to staying with a group of people when I went out (though at one point I was definitely lost and confused, but those stories for another time). If I had to describe my time in Barcelona using a color, I’d say Barcelona is blue. It’s as calm as the ocean but can be as rough as the waves. Looking back at some of my pictures, its easy to see why, for me, Barcelona is blue. 

More pictures and stories for later, and much apologies for the small amount of updates and horrid layout of this post. Wifi in hostels has been atrociously slow, but I’m almost back home where I shall fill y’all in with all the juicy tid bits of my trip!

Cheers!