If I ever need proof that time really does indeed pass fast when I’m having fun, I’ll try to remember this moment. Has it really been almost a month since I ventured onto a plane and landed myself in Spain? I can hardly believe it because it still seems relatively fresh in my mind — sort of like I just got back. But I know that’s not really true.

As some of you may know, at the beginning of this month I went to Barcelona, a trip that I’ve been putting off ever since 2008 for a variety of reasons. But as luck would have it, I had the perfect opportunity to go and so I took it.

There’s no way I can get a complete description of the city from just being there for one week, but I at least know this: Barcelona, for those who have never been, is quite an amazing city. It’s part old, part new, and filled with amazing architecture, art, beautiful people, and delicious food. For somebody like me who speaks barely any Spanish (sorry, it’s been a while…), I had no problem walking around and exploring. And that’s one of the best things about Barcelona. You can walk. You can walk anywhere and everywhere. Or if you’re lucky, you can rent a bike, or a motorbike (moped?) and whisk right through. The streets are alive here and while I actively had to remind myself that this was just a slice of myself vacationing in a city, it seemed at each end of the day that I indeed could see myself doing normal, everyday things in Barcelona. In short, I could see myself living there.

The photos after the jump are just some of the street shots I took while I was there. My favorite thing about the city of Barcelona is probably the small spaces in between the maze of buildings. I could have probably spent my entire trip taking photos of these spaces, but…I guess in retrospect, it’s a good thing I didn’t.

Anyway, I haven’t been good with words lately. So here are some photos inside.