This time yesterday I was shielding my eyes from the dappled sunlight piercing through the trees on La Rambla as I made my way to the Boqueria Market to stock up on two of my favourite things; manchego cheese and cured ham. It felt so much hotter than 27 degrees, and I was looking forward to entering the cool confines of the market.
I woke this morning feeling momentarily confused to be back in my bed. The feeling of confusion was instantly replaced by a sharp sadness that my Barcelona weekend was over. I’m already longing to return to the city that boasts the perfect combination of gorgeous weather, delicious food, a literary atmosphere, artistic achievements and streets that vary from vast tree lined boulevards framed by grand buildings, to the tiny curved warrens of the Gothic Quarter.
While we manged to do a lot during our time in Barcelona, it was nowhere close to enough. I can’t wait to return to the Spanish city that has been calling to me since I first read The Shadow of the Wind and was further cemented by Vicky Christina Barcelona. This visit only gave me a tapas-like taste of what Barcelona has to offer.