Today I fly to Barcelona to visit my best friend.
It's weird that i refer to him as my 'best friend'. It's not like i actually arrange my friends in a hierachical structure. Nor am i 12 years old. but somehow the term seems to fit... We are polar opposites. He is french and ooozes European sophistication, charm and style. I..well - i'm an aussie through and through!! I'm not sure when i knew that he had become so important to me. It might have been when i realised that his ability to listen patiently to my ramblings meant he knew more of my secrets and inner thoughts than most. Or when his little flat in a teeny village in england became a sanctuary. or when his wise and sage advice was often what guided me... Now we both have new lives but the friendship will always remain and visiting him at his new home in barcelona will be a dream come true.
It will be the third time i've been to this amazing city. It is in my top 5 favourites in the world (along with Sydney, London, Paris and Hong Kong) for its laid back feel, party vibe and...well - the shopping...! there's something about cities on the beach...think Sydney, San Diego, LA...all have this chilled out vibe that seems to permeate everyday life. the spanish know how to party and, even though i'm not quite over my jetlag, that's probably a good thing - their timing for everything from eating dinner to hitting the clubs is delayed by several hours to what i'm used to. I can't wait to spend my 7 days here getting off the beaten track in this town....exploring, wine, tapas, shopping...the best of friends...the good life.
Till next time.
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