*I’ve decided to do a series of T-pisodes that capture my travels throughout my life. In 3 paragraphs. I’ll post them every once in a while. Some places I’ve been to a few times, others only once. And some I will probably never go back to because of what went down there.
This is my LAST T-blawg travel adventure and it is one I’ve wanted to do for some time now. I always wanted to go to a non-English speaking country in Europe on my own. It was always on my bucket list and at my age this was probably the last time I could do another country solo. I went to Barcelona just last week and this trip was for me. I didn’t go because of my career this time. I didn’t take any girls who were unappreciative and could go nuts this time. I didn’t take my mother out of the country for the first time in her life this time. I went to Barcelona, Spain by myself and I made the most out of this trip. The last few months of my life had been crazy and I really needed this vacation.
My main goal in Barcelona was to eat a ton of paella and drink a lot of sangria. Guess what? Mission accomplished. I ate every type of paella imaginable and drank so many glasses of sangria that I lost count by the second day. On the first night I met a lovely girl at a restaurant on Las Ramblas, the main street in Barcelona. She was beyond beautiful. She was very sweet, funny and well-connected around the city. She spent the first and last nights with me and we went to many restaurants, bars and lounges together where I indulged in a lot of food, booze and really got to know vermouth and why the people of Barcelona considered themselves Catalans and really want to separate from the rest of Spain. It was fun and informative. In between, I went and did whatever I wanted. I went to one crazy ass nightclub where I talked working out, my tattoos, our joint love of hip hop and the bad assness of Sons of Anarchy with a bunch of youngin’ Spaniards. I got to nurse my hangover in my ridiculous hotel and got a spa massage for the first time in my life. Well worth all the fucking euros, yo. Grown Man Shit, son. I spent a morning at the ports of Barcelona taking in some ridiculous views of the Mediterranean Sea and reflected on my life. Lots of reflection on recent events and my past. I was humbled in Europe one more time. I enjoyed the hell out of the Pablo Picasso Museum and once again could not believe I was seeing in person what I used to only see in my college art history books. The man is a genius. More genius than is commonly known. He changed his style so many times throughout different phases of his life while being influenced wherever he travelled and by other artists. I took to that on a deep level with everything I try to do with my writing. It was a moment for me. I can’t describe anything by Gaudi justly. Everything he created is a combination of mosaic meets nature meets Dr. Seuss and it’s all over the city. Another genius in his own right. If you are ever in Barcelona make sure to go to the “La Boqueria” on an empty stomach. Trust me and you’re welcome. And you’ll get by in Barcelona with no problems just by saying “hola” and “mucho gracias” and smiling a lot. Finally, walking up and down the streets of Barcelona while purposely getting “lost” on all the side streets is what my European vacations are all about. You can see all the touristy sites but the real shit is the stuff you didn’t expect to see and experience. This trip gave me a lot of that.
My last international T-blawg Pose up top was taken in front of the Sagrada Familia. That Red Sox hat in particular has been all over with me. It is my favorite Sox hat. I bought it the year the Sox won the 2004 World Series. It has been with me all over this country and all over Europe the last 10 years. I’ve pitched scripts to Hollywood with it and only two other people have done the T-blawg Pose in it besides me. Someone I was really in love with and my amazing mother. I’ve worked my ass off for a lot of things but I am by no means a materialistic person. I come from not having much and I know what it’s like to have a lot now. But if there was ever a fire, that old Sox hat is the first thing I would grab. It means so much to me and represents a lot in my life. And with that said… I am not done travelling the world and I am not done taking in all of what is still out there for me to experience but my travel tales are now done on T-blawg. Hope you got to see the world through this Boston guy’s eyes a little bit the last 5 years. And I really fucking enjoyed Barcelona, but I STILL love Boston the best.
Until next time. Always take it there.