Unknown.

I struggle to find myself in this city.  Moving to a new country means that you become unknown.  I am just one in 1.6 million and only a small handful of people know I exist here.  There are days when my heart and my soul cry out to be known, to be heard.  On days like that simply seeing the beauty in this city brings me back a bit.  The morning sun shining through the streets and illuminating everything helps me to remember that all of this is bigger than me and I'm fortunate to be a small part of this world.

Fiesta!

I mentioned in yesterday's post about the fin de semana (weekend) fiesta.  As we were standing by the Mercat de Santa Caterina where a food and wine festival was also taking place, this group of folks walked through.  

They are actually Castellers from Castelldelfels, but unfortunately I failed to get any pictures of the human towers.  It was fun to see many of them playing instruments as they walked through the crowd.  I will get them at some point this summer, though.  The group was led by these two.

This culture consistently amazes me.  They are working so hard through multiple generations to preserve their cultural identity.  An identity that Franco and some before him have tried to wipe out.

The Passage Way

There is an old passage that connects Sant Pere Mes Alt and Trafalgar.  It is completely enclosed and used to be a place with Kiosks and shops.  Now there is a bar at the front of it.  There is something so retro about this picture and I really liked how it turned out.  I may be the only one.

Sadie attempted to guide us through it but didn't get very far.