I have wanted to come to Barcelona since I first discovered modernist architecture in art classes at school in 1987. Gaudi, Frank Lloyd Wright… not to mention the literature: TS Eliot, Joseph Conrad… oooooo! So finally walking La Ramblas, seeing actual real Gaudi buildings and experiencing the life and breathe of a school text book for real has been… inspiring!
This period of art awoke in me a love for a dedication to, ideas that has propelled me through my entire life. The idea that it’s not what you SHOULD do, but what you COULD do that will make your life worth living. The spirit of modernism encouraged me to look into my own dark places and write, draw, sing, play guitar. To be sitting in one of the birth places of the movement in architecture after all these years is simply mind-blowing!
I took the long way round to get here too. Train from Milton Keynes to London, over night in Brixton. Tube to Kings Cross, Eurostar to Paris, Metro to change stations and then sleeper train to Barcelona… 14 hours of swaying, clattering mayhem!
AS is traditional, made friends with my fellow cabin residents: 2 mad Englishman and a young Japanese fella who spoke very little English. We drank beer and laughed until we could actually sleep in the tiny cabin… man that train was small!
I arrived at the Backpackers a bit early, having strolled over from the station. So I checked my baggage into the lock up and went exploring… here are some of the pics