Manresa (Catalonia, España)
The dirty sidewalks, crumbling facades, and penetrating stench of the city remain an annoyance even after more than three weeks. Too often, I stumble over carelessly discarded trash, avoid dark stains on the asphalt, and involuntarily hold my breath when another gust of wind carries up the acrid smell from sewers or other effluents.
Yet this place exerts a strange fascination over me, drawing me in like a well-kept secret. The manageable size of the city makes it a paradise for pedestrians. Most places are within a comfortable thirty-minute walk from our accommodation. Despite everything, I enjoy being out and about. Every alley, every hidden square invites exploration.
Unlike in metropolises, I don't feel cramped between crowds and urban canyons here. The city gives me space to breathe, to be. Among the many walls covered in graffiti, I discover some beautiful street art. Real works of art whose meaning I contemplate deeply.
However, I find my true refuge only outside the city limits. The majestic mountains, crowned with sparse coniferous forests, stretch like an emerald sea to the horizon. Out here, where the air smells of resin and wildflowers, I feel alive. The sometimes challenging mountain paths demand my entire body's effort, while the quiet country roads between bare fields and lush meadows give my mind peace.
In this solitude, accompanied only by rustling trees and occasional birdsong, I find myself. This is the kind of place I want to call home. I want to have our house here, our little oasis of happiness. These dreams feel so vivid while my boots carry me across this wonderful land.
The dirty sidewalks, crumbling facades, and penetrating stench of the city remain an annoyance even after more than three weeks. Too often, I stumble over carelessly discarded trash, avoid dark stains on the asphalt, and involuntarily hold my breath when another gust of wind carries up the acrid smell from sewers or other effluents.
Yet this place exerts a strange fascination over me, drawing me in like a well-kept secret. The manageable size of the city makes it a paradise for pedestrians. Most places are within a comfortable thirty-minute walk from our accommodation. Despite everything, I enjoy being out and about. Every alley, every hidden square invites exploration.
Unlike in metropolises, I don't feel cramped between crowds and urban canyons here. The city gives me space to breathe, to be. Among the many walls covered in graffiti, I discover some beautiful street art. Real works of art whose meaning I contemplate deeply.
However, I find my true refuge only outside the city limits. The majestic mountains, crowned with sparse coniferous forests, stretch like an emerald sea to the horizon. Out here, where the air smells of resin and wildflowers, I feel alive. The sometimes challenging mountain paths demand my entire body's effort, while the quiet country roads between bare fields and lush meadows give my mind peace.
In this solitude, accompanied only by rustling trees and occasional birdsong, I find myself. This is the kind of place I want to call home. I want to have our house here, our little oasis of happiness. These dreams feel so vivid while my boots carry me across this wonderful land.