There are these places full of creativity, every city has them.
Barcelona, like Amsterdam, is one of those cities where I like to come back to every year. First, because I really like this place, especially the combination of metropolitan vibe and beach town; second, because the Sonar Week and the love for electronic Music call once a year anyway.
The time this year came again, and my good friend Paulo and I were ready for our yearly escape during springtime. Well, it turned out that Sevilla is more a summer escape already in May, the temperatures reach easily around 40 degrees celsius in the afternoon! That’s why I wouldn’t reccommend to you guys to plan a superquick citytrip here, you won’t be able to do much outside between 2pm and 6pm, you totally should take some extra 2-3 days instead.
You obviously don’t have to ask me these questions, because you might already know my answer: yes, yes and again, yes! If you’ve readen my FAQ Series already, you will notice that you don’t need to be rich for travelling around from time to time. Now, I want to concentrate again a bit on this financial aspect, because I see a lot of people worrying about me sometimes, and they totally shouldn’t.
Maybe it isn’t something for everybody, but I still wanted to write a post about travelling alone. I don’t do it all the time, but for sure once a year. It happened many times, when I talked to People and told them that I was going to travel by myself, to get questions like “why are you going alone?”, “isn’t it boring?” or “aren’t you scared to go by yourself?”. No. For all three questions.
Alright, if anyone of my friends is reading this post right now, they’re might be lying on the floor laughing their butts off, because I’m usually the last person you should ask this question. I’m always sad to leave beautiful places, who isn’t? But as the long time traveller as I am, I learn more myself after every trip and I suppose I can start giving some advice about how to fight your post travelling depression. Let’s give it a try 😉
When I was a kid, I was fascinated by adventorous things. I made houses out of trees, pretending to live somewhere far away, or tried to make out stories while being in the outdoors of the wide land that surrounds my house back in south Italy. That always worked out for me, I never got bored and could spend hours by inventing new stories. Then the teenage years came and some of the Fantasy got lost on the way. I still love to tell myself stories to make the world around me brighter, but they’re pretty different from twenty years ago and way more realistic.