If I could travel constantly, I would. If I could have a life on the road, I would too. That is how much I love seeing places and experiencing new things. One of the biggest concerns in my life is not having done too much until I am gone, although I see that fulfilling this dream of freedom that I get, may take a while – or yet, never happen. It is not the cities, their smells, their people and colors that I long for. Nor are the tastes, the scenery, the landscapes and the picturesque villages. It is the need of being free to go wherever that I have. And the fairytale-like feelings that occur on the encounter with the unknown. The end goal would be a no-return ticket to lets-get-lost-wherever-the-fuck-land. But for now I got my small dose of happiness from a “forest of fairies” that is Barcelona…

Photos by Dioni Kalogeropoulou, for elculture.gr. Link here.

This last trip, with the city opening its bright spectrum to me, came into full alignment with a brighter kind of spectrum I felt inside. It “clicked” in place so perfectly well, that it is actually difficult to walk away from, even if I am constantly making this effort. Oh what the hell… I have come to realize that some things are just meant to appear to you like a passing butterfly, with which you will keep up as long as you can, until it gets lost again. But at least you will always be happy that they came your way for a while… I hope so at least.