Trust

Come on, let's be free in Barcelona

It was our semi-annual girl trip, this year to Barecelona - once again. Since all of us were so busy on the weekdays, that we barely saw each other, a few years ago we decided that we were going to travel somewhere every year – just the tree of us. And since our home country's selection of concerts wasn't satisfying enough – thanks to it being too close to Eastern Europe – we always choose a big world phenomenon's concert to attend to. So far this was hands down the best one.

'I mean just... wow,' I smiled as the others lit their cigarettes. "I guess this is number one for me now."

'Mine's still Beyoncé,' Amalia shook her head. 'Nobody beats that dance.'

'Thanks for leaving me out of that one,' said Vanda in a sarcastic tone.

'Well, you were the one that wanted to be home for your boyfriend's birthday,' I shrugged.

It was a nice February night. It was much warmer than home, thanks to the Mediterranean climate, and I liked it for a change that a leather jacket was more than enough and I didn't have to wear the heavy puffer coat.

The girls drifted into a conversation about something about their work that I wasn't really paying attention to, meanwhile I noticed the merch store truck not far away from us.

'I'm going to see what they have,' I announced, turning my back to them and walking up on the stairs of Palau Sant Jordi.

I didn't buy anything in the end – my job was way too serious for me to wear something like a Jonas Brothers hoodie, and I never really wore the Beyoncé T-shirt I got last year either, so there wasn't a point of getting anything. My point wasn't buying anyway, it was to get away from the girls for a few minutes and do something, instead of just standing in one place.

I was still pumped with adrenaline by the concert – it was just soooo good. I mean, the Jonas Brothers. The band that I've loved since I was like twelve. That's more than half my life now. And the show was amazing, they did really great, even played some tunes from Camp Rock. It truly was one of the best concerts of my life.

I looked down to the girls under, who were now onto cigarette number two and decided that I had more than enough time to walk around for a while. Not that I didn't like their company, I loved them like my sisters, but I hated the fact that they'd stop everywhere to smoke and sometimes these breaks took an hour. Whereas, while I was in Barcelona, one of my favorite cities, I liked not to just stand in one place but discover it properly.

I ended up wandering around alone, and even though normally I wouldn't have felt so confident walking around alone in an unknown city, this was Barcelona. I was almost fully confident in where I was going – my basic Spanish knowledge, and the fact that I've already been here, around this stadium helped a lot – so in about fifteen minutes I was sitting on top of the stairs above the – now dry - magic fountain, enjoying the view.

It's not like I was alone, people leaving the concert walked by me constantly. It wasn't so late either, not even midnight, and I knew that we also had to leave this way to walk to Placa d'Espanya for the metro, so the girls would find me anyway. I had this strange sense of calmness as I was looking down to the lights of the city. Barcelona was amazing. It's whole atmosphere, the buildings, the sights, the people, the food, everything. It was easily one of my favorite cities and even though this was my second time here, I was sure it wasn't the last one.

I checked my phone only to see, the girls haven't called or messaged me yet, which meant that they were still smoking, probably buried in one of their work stories. Vanda and Lia worked together at a travel agency, mostly surrounded by older people, so they could always talk about how annoying and awful they were. They didn't plan on staying for long anyway – they wanted to open their own travel agency which would've focused on LGBTQ+ travelers, an idea that I quite honestly thought was amazing. This, sharing a dream led to them being able to everything connected to tourism, and even though I didn't mid the topic – I've spent 5 years studying it in university after all – I could get tired of it.