Every time I catch a bus, a train, a plane or even just put on my shoes,
that’s when I start my adventure.
And you know, adventure are made of a small quantity of planning, and a lot of changes;
many many photos, some new food, and new stories to tell.
I did it in Elche last summer, as I have been doing for all my life.
But this time, in Barcelona, I realized that every city I go to
actually means something more to me.
Something that is not related to a monument nor a person.
You know when you get back to your room and you are so tired that your mind goes wherever it wants?
Well, that is the moment when I think I have the greatest connection to myself.
I simply feel what I feel, I don’t have any restriction nor obligation,
and I usually am capable of using that moment to reflect.
In Barcelona, I came with the conclusion that everything happens for a reason.