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7 Things no one ever told you to pack for Barcelona

Parc Guell, one of the most treasured works by Gaudi in Barcelona

Ah, Barcelona! What a charming, charming city blossoming with color and culture. Tomorrow, I will be leaving New York city to stay in Barça for the whole month of June, for study abroad. Everyone who has gone abroad knows the pre-trip anxiety that comes along with forgetting something. You may have gotten every last item on your list, but there are some things that no one ever tells you to pack. These are the intangible things that make your trip absolutely unforgettable (read each paragraph as one item)…don’t forget to pack:

An open mind blossoming with possibilities.
never fearing the unknown, diving into a world colored by the bravery of trying something brand new
head first into the crazy thought of “why not?”

A quick footstep rhythm raging red,
let’s flamenco under the starry velvet night
a fiery kiss dip spin
full of duende, beaming with life

A sexy smooth guitar fluttering out a soft tune
notes so strong like the smoke of a fine cigar
play me, baby, play me like the
delicious boom clap pang of the song
in the scarlet sunset of this dazzling June twilight

A curiosity so strong it rethinks the mosaics
on the wall, on the floor, in the heart of the rising sun
Twinkling there, holding the depth of centuries past
holding the glory of the artists laid them
The rage, the passion, the fury
that limitless vision of Gaudi’s
when his creations became one with nature
when the masterpieces rose from the ground and formed a city of dazzling colors & shapes
dreamcloud Barcelona, baby

A tongue so strong it can dance the poetic phonetics of Catalan
and also
taste every drop of the Sangria
down to the element,
down to the point where it unites with your blood,
where it inundates your mouth with the sweetness of sin
and the fragility of love
Soak up all the words in Catalan, all the moments,
every conversation ever had, every secret in the bar, every song sung on the beach, every whisper in the chapel

The disposition of a feather floating upon a beachy breeze
carefree, limitless, totally wrapped in tranquility
Release all negativity, float like a cloud in the blue sky, made for you
Painted by the hands of God
a new masterpiece each day, never the same

The artistry in every stitch and seam
haute couture chic, a look so fresh it’s glowing in the streets
avante-garde, classy girl red lips big dreams
fashionista babe leaning in the shade of a nonchalant palm tree.
bring that cool ash swagger stance,
the curly silk smoke of a baby cigarette
it’s a dream you can never forget

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