October 24, 2021

It is a soft sort of fall - crisp and cool and casually perfect like the time we ran away, caught a flight between semesters and walked through the Gothic Quarter, Gaudí on our minds alongside an urge to go everywhere. We shared a small hostel room looking over La Rambla and spent six days roaming, succumbing to wine and cigarettes in quiet corners where the only sound seeping out into the night came from a guitar whose tune filled every crevice of the Quarter, stubborn strumming persisting through church walls, echoing out of small cracks in the stone - and somehow when I take a deep breath here in Brooklyn, I can smell Barcelona in the air.

- E.L.