It felt strange to see Barcelona, and Spain as whole, from their perspective. It had lost its novelty for me, it had become background noise to the vibrant life that I had created within it and could have carried anywhere in the world. However, seeing their eyes flash towards a piece of architecture or the faces brighten at a busker brought back all those emotions that I had had in my first few weeks. Awe. Wonder.
Now at home, everything feels different but the same. My dog’s fur feels thinner than I remembered and my own bed has never felt so luxurious. I reason that it must be me that’s changed, which is probably true. I’ve come back with a whole stack of memories, speaking another language and enough self-responsibility to survive three months away from home.
Therefore, my fond nostalgia for Spanish life is not just because I’m having a worse time in quarantine. It’s a feeling that will last, alongside the lessons I’ve learnt and friendships I’ve made.
– Lily Alford
2021 Journalism Intern in Barcelona, Spain