There are other cities that are more beautiful, manicured gardens, palaces, etc. But Barcelona has a pulse that I could fall asleep to at all hours of morning and one that I could wake to, run to, dance to. I could live in this city, with my veranda doors open all the time. I don´t mind waking up to friendly strangers and hanging my laundry out the windows. Cafe con leche y azucar por favor. Tapas y mojitos and this is a good life. I went to the museo de picasso and fell in love. My world is upside down and inside out now. Kees Van Dongen had an exhibit there as well. You can´t see so much and not change. It starts to melt itself into your skin and bones. Sagrada Familia, Casa Mila, Parque Guil. Gaudi has my heart too. I am pulled in a thousand directions here. My heart wants all of it. I want to speak Spanish only and study the curves of these back streets. They are all back streets here. All music and young and easy going ebb and flow. The beaches are beautiful. The people are beautiful. My skin is tingling from the heat; my mouth from the food; my heart from the beat of it all.