Love at First Sight

In the fall of 2006, I first fell in love. It was the kind of love that comes upon you quickly and then lingers, long after the affair is over. If it had not been for the ensuing heartache, I may not have realized that it was actually love. I would have easily dismissed it as fun, new, maybe even exciting. But the feelings were too intense for it not to be love.

Processing the emotion was one thing, but more confusing was acknowledging that this 'so called' love was not even for a person. As it turns out, I fell absolutely head over heels, face first, for a city. A city?! A city full of life, passion and creativity. I fell in love with Barcelona.

How could a city have such the effect? How could a city become such a part of one's existence? Easy. Barcelona has a pulse. If it matches your rhythm, there is no other place you would imagine being. I found my match.

Six weeks was enough time to explore the city, but ME in the CITY was another matter. I had only just begun the journey of self-exploration. And so, as would be expected, I soon found a way to return to the place that had captured my heart. I opted to do something else that has always engaged me. I applied to an art school in Barcelona. And now, here I am, more than a year later, continuing with another chapter.

I blogged my first trip to Barcelona, much to the enjoyment of friends and family. Unfortunately due to technical difficulties, I currently don't have the blog available for viewing. When/if time allows, I may try to piece together the text and photos. Or not. Maybe falling in love cannot be re-created.

Nonetheless, this go around I did not feel the same impetus to write a blog. Now, two months into the art program, I've realized that I would like to empty my head from time to time. Art brings upon so much questioning and no answers. A person could go insane that way, no? So, for my own need to defrag, this blog will be about what I am experiencing in Barcelona which is Art, Life and Everything In Between.