Barcelona is my love from the first step. There is air that smells of the sea and the desire to live. I walked along the narrow streets and imagined that I lived there. I sat in small cafes, looking at couples who do not hide their tenderness.
I like windows with open shutters. And trams that go slowly, as if they know: hurrying is not about this city.
I left a lot there: a smile, a few tears and a toast with jamon. But most importantly - myself, a little braver, a little freer.
The city where I felt: I am still a woman, I still feel. And I want to go again - not alone. And with someone to whom I can say: "Look, here I first believed that I could be happy."