How can one describe the roller coaster that was Barcelona?
Between october and november I had a 2 week holiday and thought it would be great to go to Barcelona… my friends agreed and what I thought an idle dream could become a reality. The main problem, however was getting there from a tiny french town in the middle of nowhere. We arranged a car sharing trip from our town to Montpelier and from there to Barcelona, though a few days before it seemed like we might not go anywhere as the first driver’s car broke down. So we were in the awkward position of having to arrange a new ride the day before we were supposed to leave. I started packing at 1am and went to sleep worried about whether we’d actually make it there.
Thankfully, both of our drivers were very nice (especially our ride from Montpelier to Barcelona, whose car was tiny and uncomfortable but had great conversations). And I couldn’t believe my luck when we were walking dazed at the Ramblas getting hopelessly lost while trying to find our hostel. We were in Barcelona!
Barcelona was amazing, great atmosphere, tons of colours and warmth. You could just wander around the streets all day and find new and amazing things to look at, narrow streets, food vendors, we even stumbled upon a protest. And the beach… the beach was just amazing.
But it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. My handbag was stolen on the beach at night after a night out, I was talking to someone and I had it on me and then it was gone (and so was my phone, wallet, & ID in it), thankfully the guy gave me 10€ for a taxi home. After spending the next day hungover and miserable I went out again as it was our last night in Barcelona. I went out with nothing but 2,20€ in my pocket and still managed to score booze and fags. Later that night I also managed to lose the friend I was with and had to spend my last 2€ on a metro ticket home and shout on the street so that my friends would let me in to the hotel room (no one trusted me with a key after my bag was stolen). So yeah, Barcelona was definitely a roller coaster experience…
The city made me feel awful and paranoid at times yet I can’t stop loving the epic joi de vivre that seemed to envelop the place…
On our last day I was tired and shaky as I barely got any sleep the night before and even tried to sleep in a park in the middle of the city (at some point you just stop caring), and couldn’t wait to go back. But the moment we got out of the car at a sleepy train station in France, with cold wind blowing through the sweater and a jacket I was wearing over my t-shirt I wished I was still in Barcelona…
I must say, I’m not really a landscape girl. I mean, I like looking at them but I wouldn’t get out of my comfy room out in the cold just to photograph some boring trees in a park. I’m a traveller. It says so on the census form where I circled the gypsy/traveller section. Not because I’m ethnically a gypsy (although with my temper one never knows) or because I find the notion of it somehow cool or romantic – I’m from Slovakia and we’ve got some proper gypsies here, and it’s not a “let’s all sing and dance by the fire in our hippie trailer park” sort of affair as it’s sometimes portrayed in the media. Anyways, back to the traveller bit – that’s sort of what I am, constantly moving between UK and my home country, stumbling into new places in between, never belonging anywhere. But at the same time everywhere.
So when I travel, I take the camera with me.
I wanted to go for a small trip before going back to Slovakia so me and A. decided to go to the island of Tiree, a remote island remarkable mainly because of its remoteness and lack of trees and of course inhabitants. We decided to spend the night in Oban which I loved ever since I went there to assist at a wedding. Anyways we got lucky with absolutely fabulous weather and went for a several mile long walk after which we ate delicious and well deserved dinner.
The next morning we had to wake up at 6 in the morning in order to get the only ferry going to the island. But it was worth it because of the amazing sunrise, the sun peeked out only for a while illuminating an island lighthouse and some epic clouds. Although my fingers were slowly freezing off despite constant clicking.
When we got off the ferry we managed to meet the only policeman on the island. He kindly offered to drive us to our hotel. I must say I never expected my first drive in a police van to be so enjoyable. Afterwards he even allowed us to take some pictures:
After some lunch we managed to explore on island, first on bikes (bad idea – too windy) and then we experienced the comforts of Dial-a-bus (a cross between a taxi and a bus) climbed some dangerous looking hills, wandered around beaches with cows staring at us, and generally just enjoyed the view.
That’s all for now. Next week I’ll either post another fashion shoot or something about Russia as I’m flying there this sunday! Anyways I hope you enjoyed today’s post (it was a bitch to upload that’s for sure) and if you did let me know :), well even if you didn’t all comments are appreciated, apart from spam – sorry but I don’t like you. Anyways, have a good weekend everyone!