Transiting in Zurich airport after a layover from Singapore, my mind wanders back two decades to my last visit to Barcelona.
It's the smells, sounds and sights that I recall, a faint memory but nonetheless one that gets my adrenalin pumping as I board the plane.
Arriving on a Saturday at 2am through customs is never tasteful, no matter how easy going the country is. Alas I'm through and on the other side traveling down the famed Las Ramblas it all comes flashing back- but this time a new, contemporary setting complements the distinct smell of tobacco and paella.
It's hard to sleep in Spain—and besides, you know you'll be enjoying an early afternoon siesta post lunchtime feast.
The morning is sun filled autumn style, you can sense the long hot summer has just passed. I head to Barceloneta the beach side of this unique city, truth is I didn't know it existed the last visit—could have been my youth or lack of internet or both.
Wow what a buzzing mecca of tanned bodies, beach volleyball and sand filled tapas bars with lemon infused Estrella on tap. I sit and watch as the half nudist beach plays host to many a traveller, local and musician all under the watchful eye of the impressive W hotel which adorns the southern end of the beach.
Directly behind this Bondi style beach is a warren of old style Barcelona apartments and tapas bars. The contrast from beach to back street culture is remarkable and definitely somewhere I could live for many a year.
Limited Spanish but just enough to get me off the beaten track to a locals hideaway suggested by my Chef friend Pepe, I find myself sitting bar style with complete strangers eating the freshest, lemon, garlic, olive oil infused whole squid that I wash down with a house tempranillo- that tastes like a fine dining sample all for $15, bonus.
Time poor but extremely excited, I catch a friendly cab to my next destination Camp Nou to watch the game-Barcelona play Villarreal, Messi at the helm. Lets face it a trip to Barcelona is not complete without a dash of Messi, he didn't disappoint.
I decide sleeping is cheating, I've been awake for most of the 36 hours and only have 12 left so I keep on keeping on and explore the back alleys of the contemporary Borne district which is a quick walk from Las Ramblas.
So much life is going on around every corner, pintxos, tapas, vino, music, fashion, art, cathedrals, modern style mixed with impressive Gaudì architecture, like nowhere else in the world.
I attempt to rest for a while in Barcelona’s central city park, the Ciutadella, fatigue has set in, the siesta is imminent. I awake to visit the underground Hammam bathhouse Aire for a Dead Sea soak and treatment, built in the rocks under the city it's as peaceful as it is seductive, a must do.
Oh Barca, Barcelona, Barceloneta, you sweet, sweet señorita, until we meet again. Buenas noches…
Kylie Mitchell-Smith has been working in media, PR and event management for the past 25 years. She got her start as Events Coordinator for the Royal Albert Hall, London, where she coordinated events for the likes of Elton John and Eric Clapton. In 1995 she returned to Australia and worked in radio, music publicity and as a voice over artist. You can follow her adventures on Instagram @thetravellingsenorita.