Barcelona July 2018
Barcelona was like coming home. I took a quick two hour plane from London to Barcelona Prat airport and arrived extremely sad. I had just moved away from my boyfriend and I had no idea when I was to see him again. That uncertainty about long distance relationships is the hardest aspect to it. So of course, I'm sat on the plane next to the most affectionate, loving couple heading on a spontaneous trip for the mans birthday. I only teared up twice on the plane. Luckily, the journey from the airport to my air-bnb in the neighborhood of Gracia was flawless. I was greeted by a lovely woman that showed me up the staircase. I was literarily exhausted at this point, emotionally and physically. But carrying up my suitcase to the third floor of this beautiful, old building made me fueled empowered and grateful. I was still upset at this point. I was showed around this beautiful apartment and met another young couple from Berlin. I thought my love luck was just wearing me down. I didn't ...