Barcelona is as much fun as those two kids there make it out to be. If you were wondering, they are chasing bubbles, for no other reason than to pop them. I ended up joining them, but only for a little though, my thoughts soon turned to what I was going to eat next, where it was going to come from and where I was going to be sleeping that night, and with that my little bubble of joy that I was playing in burst too. Why oh why must I grow up.
I’ve been a little lazy, or rather busy with enjoying myself, and have fallen behind on my posts of each city. I’m doing my best to catch up and it means that I’ve had a lot of time to reflect on my time in Barcelona. A memory that has stuck with me comes from a beach in Barcelona. An average beach by Australian standards but it still attracts very large crowds. Especially in this warm weather. The beach is unimportant to this memory though, it could have been any beach, for what I saw held my complete attention and the background simply faded away. The story starts from a questioned posed in the common kitchen at the end of the day he had asked, “did you see any nice titties down at the beach?” I could only respond with “yes, yes I did.”
I noticed her head first, bobbing gracefully with the slow rising and sinking of the sea around her. Her long black hair with striking facial features are what drew my attention. The look of absolute boredom with the world around her kept my attention.
She waited out there in the water for some time, without the slightest look of interest as to what was happening ashore crossing her face. Without being able to remove my eyes, she started making her way into shore. Time slowed, and each step seemed to take longer than the last, as if she was undressing for a lover, careful not to reveal too much too quickly. First her neck then, slowly, her beautifully defined collar bones revealed themselves. If I had been pulled away at this exact moment the memory would still be with me, but on this day I was fortunate enough to see her beauty in its entirety. As she moved closer to shore to reveal her bare chest along with her torso that lead to legs that extended on forever, she was an image of perfection.
This footage has been etched into my mind and when telling this story I can only compare it the the scene in James Bond where Daniel Craig emerges from the water in slow motion. The beautiful, female version of Daniel Craig is what I witnessed on a beach in Barcelona that day. It was a fabulous day to be alive.
Apart from that frightfully in-depth and quite frankly pervy description of someone just enjoying their time at the beach, Barcelona was and still is, one of my favourite cities I have been to. The experiences I shared with the people I met along the way made this place for me, from the celebrations that proceeded Barcelona FC winning the Champions League to the siestas. Actually, scratch all that other shit. The siestas were the best part about Barcelona and my first taste of Spain.
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