I couldn't tell you how many times I've been asked why I left Barcelona, how could someone born in such an amazing city leave it to live for instance in London, an alegedly much darker, crazier, and rainy city.
It is truly hard for many who are born here, or even touched by its unique atmosphere later on in their lives to understand why anyone would leave. My secret, or secrets if any, is that when one is born a Catalan that sentiment truly accompanies you wherever you go. And secondly and most relevant to this post, because of how amazing it is to come back and have the chance to discover it through the eyes of an almost tourist.
It is true what they say, there's nowhere like home, after all that's where you've lived your very first experiences in life, a memory difficult to beat by any. That's why no matter how amazing your new life is, what incredible landscapes, culture and people you discover on the way, home will always be home.
Pictured above is the 'Passeig' in Manresa, the town next to mine, a pedestrian streen I've walked about a gazillion times. Yet in my 30 years, I only found out this week what a beautiful framed picture of Montserrat one can observe halfway down the street.
Had I not been in the clouds enjoying that which I know so well, yet have missed from the heart and therefore now find myself scutinising with my gaze, it'd probably been another 30 years until I'd discovered this view, much like it happened to my mom.
Leave your home town, or don't, but as The North Face so well says 'Never stop exploring', even if it means truly discovering something you've 'seen' yet not 'experienced' those many times before.