Beginnings in Barcelona**
The morning light spills through my window in Gràcia, painting the walls in soft gold. It’s early—just past 7:45 AM—and the city is stretching awake. I can hear the distant hum of a coffee grinder from the café below, the rhythmic click of heels on cobblestone. This is my home now, at least for a while.
I’ve always been restless. A suitcase half-packed, a camera slung over my shoulder, chasing stories and light across borders. But lately, I’ve been thinking about what it means to stay. Barcelona has a way of making you want to linger—its labyrinthine streets, the way the sea winks at you from the end of every avenue, the way time slows just enough to savor a café con leche.
This blog is my attempt to capture the in-between moments—not just the grand adventures, but the quiet realizations that happen when you pause. The way the fruit vendor remembers your name, the way the sunset turns the Sagrada Família into a burning mosaic. I want to document the messy, beautiful process of figuring out how to belong somewhere without losing the part of me that’s always ready to wander.
Right now, I’m balancing freelance work with personal projects, trying to build something sustainable without clipping my own wings. It’s terrifying and thrilling. But if there’s one thing travel has taught me, it’s that beginnings don’t have to be perfect—they just have to be yours.
So, here we go. Let’s see where this takes us.
—Sofia