First Days in BCN: The things you take for granted

Last week Adam and I celebrated ONE YEAR of travels!!!

Not too long ago someone asked us: “How come none of your friends or family have visited you guys…?”

Many had intentions to do it, but life points in different directions and in the end, it sounds easier than it is. We understand this, and if you live abroad especially on another continent, I know you can relate to this as well.


And soon came the day when we finally arrived in Barcelona! On the first night, we booked a hostel near Las Ramblas. The next morning we grabbed a coffee and a took a walk by the water. Adam’s exact words were: There is a different light about you.

I felt different, in fact, my mood had changed.  I attribute it to many things: ability to communicate, being in Barcelona – one of my favorite cities in the world, and my mom and aunt were visiting in just a few days!

We had not seen a familiar face in one year. The thought of my mother as the first face I’d see set my mood on high!

Adam was groomed for the occasion

I reserved a condo and prepared for them to stay with us for the next ten days.

You can just imagine how happy Adam and I were when they arrived. My only purpose from then on was to enjoy their company and for them to enjoy their holiday. Not to mention they brought me corn churritos, homemade tortillas, Mexican salsas and machaca (all of my favorite Mexican foods).

For the next four days we caught up, cooked some delicious Mexican together (we had craved it for months), shopped and did all the tourist attractions in Barcelona.

We visited the historical center of Barcelona, Plaza Cataluna and Ramblas. We took the hop-on hop-off bus around Park Guell, Sagrada Familia, La Pedrera and more. They were all crazy crowded and touristy, but certainly worth it.

Another day we rented a car and drove to Figueres to visit the Dali museum and made a stop in beautiful Girona. We had lunch in the plaza and visited the Cathedral, the most beautiful church I’ve ever seen.

Of course we had to try tapas, paella and sangria. Another night found us at a flamenco dinner/show and we all got tipsy on wine. My mom became best friends with our taxi drivers and they told her about the history of flamenco or Barcelona. We had a blast!

It was a fantastic time with our family, hugging, laughing and enjoying the small things we take for granted when we see our love ones every day.

To be continued… Memories from Paris with mom!

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