As I try to make my way through snowy Carlisle, my thoughts travel back to the days I spent in Barcelona. Palm trees, beaches, paella, art, music, no snow, and most importantly no cold weather. Instead of snowflakes on my skin, I was stepping on warm, beach sand, and rather than being attacked by the abrasive wind in Pennsylvania, I felt soft breezes and the sun beaming down on my skin.
As I reminisce, I think about one moment of my trip that was so serene and embodied the ambiance of my vacation. I admired the artwork and was captured by such beauty as I sat in front of Casa Batllo. I miss the freedom that comes with being in Barcelona. Barcelonians are never in a hurry because they take the time to appreciate the art, music, and beauty of the city around them. This leisure is rare, but I aspire to live my life more like a Barcelonian by truly embracing every moment and not living in such a rush.
As an artist myself, I dream to create artwork in Barcelona. I will not need a muse in Barcelona because inspiration is in the air. So, I left my heart in Barcelona, hoping one day to go back and live a life of relaxation and passion. Until then, I will not stop thinking of the freedom I associate this city with. As Ed Sheeran said, “Come on, let’s be free in Barcelona”.