Barcelona!

I’ve been to barcelona all by myself and it felt GREAT! I’m so glad I went travelleling and I feel this is the first of MANY MORE adventures to come. I’m so happy and trilled with myself. I’ve finally did it! I’ve finally taken the plunge to face one of my biggest fears.

I have to say though, it wasn’t all smooth sailing. Here’s the deal. My first day – I felt sick to my stomach and I really felt like a fish out of water. People use that term very loosly for almost anything – but I really felt it throught the core of my being.

I remember feeling lost immediately after landing in Barcelona, walking out of the arrivals gates feeling completely alone in the world and nobody to hang on to, this was the first time I had left home and been exposed to the big wide world. After exiting the airport I found someone who spoke a little english to direct me to my hostel. I took the coach to the hostel and got off the last stop and rushed to my hostels. Not stopping to speak to anyone or have any conversation.

I found one spanish girl who spoke English, she was really cute and I approached her specially for that reason, I went straight in and asked for directions, she was really helpful and seemed open to some light banter, but because I was so nervous I said by and walked of in a rush.

I lost the whole essence of travelling, being calm, being open, being relaxed and allowing things to just happen rather than rushing around like a 9-5 workaholic. This is the first of many lessons I had learnt from my adventure.

After checking in to the hostel, getting my key and bedding, I walked to the common room, walking into a dead silent room, and feeling like “is this it?”. Ahh little naieve me, so impatient, so expectant and unwilling to take control of my life situation.

I walked up and met my room-mate, and slept in a really cold and quiet room, freezing to death. I didnt realsie the door was open and that I could easily turn up the thermostat

That was the first day, and fortunately the worst of the lot. I felt very homesick and lost in this alien environment,

The next day was infinately more better I went out with a group of 4 australian girls and met the girl that I had sex with for the first time, and it was amazing (although we didnt actually have sex on that day but rather 3 nights later).

A day later I met a bunch of american girls who I had the most fun in my life with.

And the weekend was just AMAZING, after that it went a bit quiet from there.

I spent the quiet nights talking to a really grounded and cool finnish chick, with the most unusal haircut I have ever seen. We enjoyed talking about love, life, the pains and the highs of life. This is what I always wanted to do and I felt like I had gone there.

it didnt seem like the happiness and bliss I thought I’d achieve. I guess I was seeking some sort of salvation from my pains from achieving these moments of joy. It just reminded me that I just need to be happy and content with where I am and what I have.

If I can’t feel that way I will never be happy, and will be constantly seeking something greater, and never being happy.