Barcelona: day one

I baš kao što napisah u svom prethodnom postu, bilo je to mojih 5 minuta odmora. Čini se da je zaista toliko i trajalo. Trenutak, jedan, dva i ...gotovo. Back to reality! I postmorskoj depresiji. Opirem joj se neotpakovanim koferima, ''prelistavanjem'' slika po hiljadu i prvi put, rečima i mislima. 

A onda sam se zapitala odakle početi. Odgovor se nametnuo sam. Prestonica Katalunje! Imala sam tu čast da je za godinu dana posetim dva puta. I opet je malo. Isuviše malo. Čini mi se da bih mogla mesecima da se divim, topim, uživam u njoj, jer ona osvaja i zavodi na prvi pogled. 

Ima li potrebe da kažem da sam davno zavedena.

Barselona: moja tiha patnja...

It was 5 minutes of my rest. Seems that it lasted a moment, or two...and now back to reality and post-holiday depression. I am deceiving her with unopened suitcases, images that I am wathcing for thousand and first time, and with words and thoughts.

And then I wondered where to start. The answer was clear. The capital of Catalunya! I had the honor to visit it twice in a last year. And still it was no long enough. It seems to me that I could admire and enjoy in it for months because it seduces you at first sight.

Is there any need to say that I am seduced for a long time.

Barcelona: my silent love ...

wearing: blouse: ZARA; pants: ZARA; wedges: BENETTON; bag: DAVID JONES; watch: SWATCH;