If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?
The spaces we inhabit have an influence on our mood, our behavior, and even the way we move and interact with others. Enter a busy train station, and you immediately quicken your step. Step into a majestic cathedral, and you lower your voice and automatically look up. Return to your own room, and your body relaxes.
Today, choose a place to which you’d like to be transported if you could — and tell us the back-story. How does this specific location affect you? Is it somewhere you’ve been, luring you with the power of nostalgia, or a place you’re aching to explore for the first time?
Today’s twist: organize your post around the description of a setting.
The Daily Post / Writing 101, Day two – A room with a view
A room with a view
If I could go anywhere in the world right now, it would be Barcelona. I’ve been there once, a couple of years ago and I lost my heart there. The city is so lively, full of color and different from any other city I know. I’ve never seen anything like it. And I doubt that there is a place quite like that city anywhere in the world. The atmosphere is so unique, I remember stepping off the train and immediately the city felt like something fresh and new and at the same time I felt comfortable there. It was as if I had been there many times before, but I hadn’t. It was my first trip to Spain actually – my first time in Barcelona. I didn’t know the language or the people, nor the streets and the building and yet in a strange way it felt like coming home. I still – to this day – can’t explain that feeling. There is no logical explanation and I will probably never find it anyway.
The city was bustling with people, lots and lots people. Most of them like me visiting the city for a couple of hours, a day or maybe a week. But they were all unfamiliar with streets and the building. All in awe with what they saw. The locals however ran past the buildings without granting them so much as a look. They don’t see the beauty anymore, which is a shame. I would love to walk on those streets again, while listening to the sounds of foreign languages spoken by the people around me I would spend hours just looking up at the buildings. Buildings from which the wall slow as if they were waves caught in stone. I would climb the steep stairs into the highest towers of the Sagrada Familia which they started building in 1882 and still haven’t finished. I would wonder – while I was standing on the ground floor – if they would ever actually finish it … who would decide that it was finished? Gaudi who designed the building certainly has never seen in brought to completion, are they even still following his plans or are they by now just adding new pieces because they can? And since the building has so many styles , no two parts are the same who can really tell if the plans are still being followed. If you step inside the Sagrada Familia and you look up at the roof you would see a spectacle of colors, shapes and forms it would be as if you were gazing into a kaleidoscope.
Later that same day I would find myself riding a bus towards Park Güell. I could imagine myself sitting at the terraces shaped structure in middle of Park Güell looking out over the city, taking in the beautiful bright colors of the mosaics used to build the benches. Every inch of those benches is filled with playfully positioned pieces of brightly colored tiles. I remember sitting there – surprised by how comfortable they were – and I would sit there maybe for hours at a time. With a notebook placed on my lap and a pen in my hand. I would spend time looking around me, watching families as they pass me by. Children playing tag on the huge terrace, people snapping pictures of their families and loved ones. But I would be sitting their long after they have left still trying to take all the beauty which surrounds me in. And in between I would attempt to write – because it seems like such a perfect place to do just that, write. Yet I also know that I would most-likely be too distracted and chances are that I would return to my hotel room with a still empty notebook.
I’m going back, one day – sooner rather than later – I’m going back. I love that city and I’ve only seen a teeny tiny bit of it. There’s so much more to see and I want to see it all.
Though I would never want to live in Barcelona, reason for that is simple. The city would lose its magic. It really would, you know why? Because as soon as you’ll be able to see it each and every day it would become normal and that would be a true shame. I wouldn’t want to lose that special feeling this city gave me, but I do want to go back every chance I get and be in awe every chance I get.