This post is LONG overdue. I went to Spain in March and am finally finishing up a series of 5 photo posts from the trip. You can find photos from Madrid, Valencia, Sevilla, and Cordoba from posts #1-4 here.
True, I’m a Brooklyn wedding photographer, but I will travel pretty much anywhere in the name of photography. So if you happen to be looking for a destination wedding photographer, you should contact me! :D
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Barcelona was my absolute favorite city I visited in Spain – and is perhaps one of my favorites that I’ve EVER visited. Very rarely in my travels have I gone to a place and thought to myself ‘gosh, I could totally see myself living here someday’, but that’s what was running through my head the entire time I was there.
Barcelona’s got EVERYTHING: gorgeous old architecture, gaudy (I mean Gaudi!) modern art, parks, mountains, an olympic park, a beach. I was kicking myself for only allotting 3 days here. It’s so massive that it ended up taking more time than I thought it would to get around. I honestly could have spent weeks wandering around the city.
A lot of people think the prevalence of Gaudi throughout the city is overkill, but I didn’t get sick of it at all. I adore modern art and architecture and appreciate outside-the-box thinking. I only had time to visit Park Guell and La Pedrera, but next time – and oh, there WILL be a next time – I’m hitting up more Gaudi hotspots.
I’d spent most of the prior 2 weeks not speaking much Spanish at all, mostly because I didn’t have to, but also because I was afraid of what might come out of my mouth when I tried to. But on my last day, I was in a gift shop near the Picasso Museum buying something for my sister, and the shopkeeper started speaking to me in Spanish (or perhaps Catalan?). And I found myself replying in fragmented Spanish. She seemed to comprehend, so she continued the conversation with me. It felt very much like one of those faux-conversations you’re made to have with a classmate in Level 1 Spanish, where the topic is pretty generic, and the phrases employed are fairly simple – except this was IN REAL LIFE! And we both understood each other! And suddenly, all those years of middle school / high school Spanish have paid off (6 years and one other foreign language later, but hey).














