When I think of Barcelona, I think of family.
I have been lucky enough to travel to Barcelona quite a few times, and not only discover this beautiful city , but also to meet and know splendid people who have become my second family.
It’s always nice to go there and play the tourist, but it’s nicer to discover the city through the eyes of the people who live there, go to places you would never have found on your own or by reading a guide, and just pretend you are living there too… until there comes a day when you really feel like you have become part of the city.
You don’t need a map to move around in the tube, nor you have to ask for directions when you are going to a specific place. You just meet up at a bar, or a bookshop, with some friends, and you even start to become familiar with the Catalan language (and dare to speak a few words).
Next week I’ll be lucky again, and will be in Barcelona for a few days. I’ll meet my second family again, and will get to know new people as well. Four days full of laughters, joy, and photographs.
I like to think of Torino as my home, and Barcelona as my family. So far and yet so close.