BCN, Spain | The moment I walked on those Barcelona streets, I was lonely no more. The city effortlessly pulsates with a harmonious blend of timeless customs and contemporary charm. The weight of history—a bloody past between PH and Spain forged over 333 years of colonization—accompanied me. It was screaming loud echoes of the past intertwined with the present. As a Filipino, Spain has held a special significance in my being; the inherent connection in history that created a strong bond through shared experiences and exchange of cultural influences (a bit of language and allegedly, some genes!). No wonder the country seemed so familiar, almost felt like home, from the unwavering faith to the gastronomic delights that melded our cultures together.
Well enough, Barcelona welcomed me with open arms; embraced me like a long-lost friend despite it being my first time in Spain. Walking through its enchanting streets, I found myself in awe of its architecture. Leading the pack are Antoni GaudÃ's works showcased in a seamless fusion of Gothic and Art Nouveau influences transcending time. At every turn, GaudÃ's legacy revealed itself, woven into the fabric of the city, from the whimsical curves of Casa Batlló to the mosaic masterpiece of Park Güell, which embodies the city's spirit of innovation, artistic expression, and architectural ingenuity.
Then, I laid eyes upon the magnificent Sagrada Familia—truly an architectural marvel. Its spires seemingly reaching towards the heavens, its intricate facades whispering stories of faith, collectively evoking a sense of reverence and wonder. Standing beneath its towering columns, I felt overwhelming gratitude for the for the opportunity to be in the moment, somehow putting into reality the dreams of many Filipino catholics who long for this very same experience. This architectural masterpiece has been under construction for over a century now, with no definitive completion date in sight. Yet, despite the passage of time and numerous challenges, its construction continues, proving that greatness takes time and effort. Indeed, success is not measured by the destination but by the journey itself. There is beauty in the process, and through perseverance, something extraordinary could turn out of it.
Cliché it is, but fter this trip, I carried with me a renewed sense of purpose and a deeper appreciation for the power of waiting and persevering; a motivational kick I badly need these days. Barcelona had reminded me that I am still part of that larger food chain, still capable of bringing in a unique perspective, and still contributing to this vibrant life mosaic.
