A love letter to B.

On the way to El Born

За полтора года этот город стал таким родным. Просыпаться и видеть солнце, голубое небо. Выходить пить кофе на террасу, отдавать себя без остатка солнечному свету, растворяться в нём, растворяться в запахе моря. Кутаться в свитер, вспоминать, что на улице всё же декабрь, а через пару дней январь - самые холодные испанские месяцы. Время замедляет ход, дни наполняются смыслом. То ли оттого, что в этом городе я нашла свою любовь (а вот и он, сидит напротив, курит первую сигарету, улыбается бородой). А может Барселона прекрасна сама по себе. Я не успела понять, а уже надо расставаться; и может быть навсегда.

It took 1,5 years - this city became so home. Wake up and see the sun, blue skies. Go out to the terrace, give myself without reserve to the sunlight, dissolve in it, dissolve in the smell of the sea. Muffle up in sweater, remember that it's still December or January - the most cold months of the year in Spain. The time is slowing down; days are filling up with meaning. Is it because I've found my love in this city (here he is, smoking the 1st cigarette, smiling through the beard)? Or Barcelona is beautiful in itself. I didn't have enough time to figure out, it's time to leave, maybe forever.

My Barcelona style

Sangria de Miguel from Txirimiri

Night of museums in Bcn.

Sorry for such a long period of silence, hens! I've just returned from lovely spring holidays in Barcelona with my best friends and my beloved colombian novio.Frankly speaking I'm not very happy about being back on my motherland, althought it greeted me early in the morning with almos tropical rain and really hot weather during the day. I keep faith to see my love again as soon as possible.

And now i want to tell you a little bit about the Night of Museums we take part in back then, in Barcelona.
During the night we were able to move our lazy asses and visit just one museum - MEAM - European museum of modern art, which that night turned into museum of sculpture made by artist of Cataluña.