16/300: When was the last time you got lost?
i was in Barcelona.
it was late. there was a hostel somewhere, but all i could find was the beach. sand shaped by endless footsteps formed a barrier between the sea and the bustling heart of Catalunya.
i wandered away from the shore, destination unknown. every turn brought me something new. slivers of path formed foreboding slits between towering buildings. pause and look long enough and one could hear the echoes of the Moors who made them.
a wandering moment later and Gaudí’s elaborate architecture exploded from every street corner. cartoonish, surreal, impeccable. his work symbolizes the contemporary character of the city.
vendors. Spaniards. tourists. Catalans. all of them bled together in front of my wine-clouded eyes. colours, sounds, confusion, acceptance.