The Barcelona hangover cure

A walk. Up, past Placa Lesseps. To El Putxet, where it is silent, and the city is far below. 

Inhaling the lavender scent...

Walking around the bushes, listening, breathing...

Almond blossom, happy eyes, happy heart!

Golden sunlight stroking the senses

A park far from the city. A break. Some space

An old bench, full of stories

Crosslegged, relaxing, hangover releasing its grip

Wow. Ugly. Feeling like shit. I'm never gonna drink again! 

This is Barcelona, too. A piece of Paradise up above. 

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