Three kinds of people visit Barcelona: architecture geeks, football fans and LSD enthusiasts. Slightly smaller than Madrid, also known as the one of the most vibrant harbours on the Mediterranean, the capital of Catalonia is a city of artists and procrastinators. Everything takes years to finish, everyone is always late and slightly pissed off. Barri Gothic is the heart of Barcelona, small, claustrophobic alleys and a huge cathedral. Catedral de la Santa Cruz y Santa Eulalia took three centuries to build, but it was clearly worth the effort. There's even a Well of Geese in its courtyard; those feathered little beasts caused many tourists an injury. Getting pecked by poultry isn't even the weirdest thing about Barcelona. That title belongs to Gaudi's mind-bending architecture. He was a peculiar architect, perhaps more of a sculptor, some of the buildings he designed look like they were born during a heavily drug-induced trip. Colorful, distorted, even warped, those pieces of Art Nouveau are like three-dimensional Dali paintings. Take La Sagrada Familia for example, Gaudi's magnum opus reminds me of a fractal, ever-changing, evolving, not even close to being finished. That kind of style began with Colonia Güell, a church and a crypt that the architect built for the Güell family, one of his biggest clients. Parc Güell is another project he did for them, a park with corridors that remind of an inside of snake coil. Gaudi was a master architect, La Pedrera is one of his more toned down projects, yet it still characteristic and recognized as a UNESCO World Heritage site, like most of his work. He's probably rolling in his grave seeing what kind of modern atrocities are being built in his beloved Barcelona.
Camp Nou is such a thing, but who cares, football is the most popular sport in the world and it sells. FC Barcelona, known as the best team ever deserves a cutting-edge stadium. Same way their ball-kicking experts deserve those millions of euros annually, because no one kicks a ball like Messi, right? Here, take this £365,000 a week. Ball-kickers are the new gladiators and the best ones deserve the largest arena in Europe, Camp Nou has the capacity to house almost a 100,000 fans of these modern-age gods and sheep will pay heaps of money to experience the sweaty lockers where their idols touch each other following a won battle. The illuminati of ball-kicking organize tours, open shops where you can buy artifacts, such as t-shirts and scarfs and museums where you witness the history of this phenomenon. You can go wild on smelling rugged balls from ancient times and even pray in an on-site church. Strange times we live in.
Barcelona is the so-called second city of Spain, I'm not sure why because it appears to be much more popular than Madrid. But most of all: its inhabitants consider themselves as Catalans and not Spanish. The Catalan independence referendum of 2017, also known by the numeronym 1-O (for "1 October") was declared illegal and suspended by the Constitutional Court of Spain after a request from the Spanish government. The follow-up events including the arrestments of nationalistic leader increased the tensions and the feelings of misunderstanding and the cultural gap between Spain and the autonomous region of Catalonia seem to be deeper and bigger than ever before. One thing is for sure: 2017 was a hectic and troublesome year after La Rambla (Las Ramblas), the city's life vain, was hit by a horrible terror attack in spring of the same year. But it appears that all these troubles only gave a boost to the city's radiant energy and joy for life. The city is compact and densely populated, its' chaotic Art Nouveau architecture has always reminded me of an ant mound. Tourism and the number of foreigners moving to Barcelona has been steadily increasing the past few years. It has reached the point that natives have started seriously complaining about it. The mess and dirt tourists leave behind in the public area and the increasing prices of food and accommodation are a pain in the ass for many locals. Locals also say the street noise is beyond reasonable limits. When Spanish who have quite a reputation for being loud themselves start to complaint about noise, it means really something.
One thing is for sure: Barca is a happening place you will not easily have a dull moment. An ex-girlfriend of mine used to live with her friends in Barcelona during her student exchange days. She claims those days were the best times of her life and Barcelona the best city she ever visited. After her return she never stopped telling funny memoires from her time in Barcelona. Her stories included drinking wine and stealing underwear from random peoples' hanged laundry in the middle of the night. And there was also an anecdote about a guy that fell from a second-floor balcony, right next to their table, when they were having their morning coffee in one of the cafés. But I don't remember that one so well so don't quote me on that. From beautiful beaches and stealing panties to world-class football and museums dedicated to Picasso and Miró: everyone will find someone they enjoy doing in Barcelona. What I enjoy the most in Barca is strolling in the Gothic Quarter (Barri Gòtic), with its tiny streets full of laundry hanging over balconies where the sun will not come through. Usually I will end up in a basement bar on a quiet square (my personal favourite is the one next to Basilica of Santa Maria del Mar), where I will order a big plate of wonderful Bask tapas and lovely local wine or chilled beer on the side.