love in Barcelona
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if there ever was a right way, and time, to use that phrase, now would be as good an occasion as any. A breath of fresh air . Barcelona was that for me, it felt that way. I had been traveling alone for the past 6 days through Italy, after a week in the Netherlands where I had had the comfort of family interleaved between my travel time. I explored the city during the day, only to come back home to familiarity. But Italy was different, significantly. when I had planned (exaggeration) this trip a couple of months ago, I had to choose between a week in Italy, or an escapade through eastern Europe, covering the major towns of Prague, Budapest, and Vienna. I wanted to do something unconventional, a little off the ordinary, a tad bit local. I imagined pacing my way through the streets of Napoli and Florence on a Vespa, the Italian equivalent of our beloved Activa, and that was it. The choice was made. I stepped out of the airport on a Saturday morning, to find myself in a damp, crowded envi