Goodbyes are always hard aren't they?
The last day in Barcelona was the most memorable. The night before we lost a battle to cheap vodka mixed with dancing, so our day started a little past noon. Ben Van-bloem, an old track teammate and fellow photographer, told me I should visit Espigó Del Bogatell, which is a concrete bridge that leads you directly to one of those views of the ocean you see on movies. So that was the objective for the day.
On the way to the beach we noticed a large crowd of people decorated with a flag unknown to us. Anyone who knows me well enough, knows that my curiosity is what killed the cat, not the cats own curiosity. So we merged with the crowd to see what was going on.
We walked straight into a Catalonia independence demonstration that would go on for the duration of our visit to the area. There were flags flying everywhere, a huge stage set up for speakers and musical performances, and media cameras from the sky to the ground. When I think of demonstrations of this magnitude, it makes me think it won't end in peace. That was not the case. Yes, there were militarized police surrounding the area, but among all of those people, there was no instances of chaos during the entire event (from what I know of). The most noise I heard was the crowd uprising in "LIBERTAD!" chants, which I joined along in because the vibe called for it; and the people on stage who were speaking/performing for the crowd. It was truly amazing to witness what will soon be a part of Catalonian history.
To not fail the mission of visiting Espigó del Bogatell, we ventured onward (onward? Is this Lord of the Rings?). Barcelona is home to some of the most beautiful men and women I have seen in my 21 (almost 22) years of life; Madsen and I were both taking double takes of the people who would walk by us (so I was in the clear to let my eyes wonder). The beach was full of life, from the people playing beach volleyball, to the couples sitting on the shore watching the waves crash. There was this feeling of internal joy that illuminated both Madsen and myself during the entire visit. After playing around in the sand looking for sea shells, we finally reached our destination.
It looked as though due to some sort of disruption, the bridge had some parts that had broken off from the rest, which made for a dope place to chill and catch the oceanic vibes. On some parkour shit, we hopped on one of those broken off pieces, and had ourselves a little picnic (romantic huh?). Two sandwiches, and some chip crumbs later, the sun started to set on us. Sadly it was about that time to head back to the airbnb.
The metro ride was filled with people leaving the demonstration, which caused for the metro cars to be packed like a can of sardines. Nonetheless we made it home (I wish we would of got stuck). If you are thinking of visiting Barcelona, DO THAT SHIT! It was a moment in my life that I will not forget, and I wish that upon any of you who end up visiting the city. The next trip it may be hard to type because we are heading to the Netherlands (guess where).
Hope you all enjoyed these galleries. If you didn't thank you for the views anyway HA!
Legal Trap Mack
Damon Mackin. 22 years of age. Mass Communications major at Shenandoah University 18'. Freelance Journalist/Photographer