I met Jake many years ago, we had a few things in common that inevitably brought us together, these were;
- We swam for the same club as teenagers.
- We went to the same school.
- We were the only guys in our Media Studies class in year ten, a group of 20+.
The first was realised after the third. The second was obvious, though only after we had properly met. The third provided an essential opportunity to quickly meet and trust each other within a sea of the unknown: women.
We’ve spoken about the moment one of us walked through the door to scan the room and find the other, breathe a sigh of relief and initiate an unsuspecting friendship many times, but we can’t quite work out which of us played either part. I’ll put it down to the ‘new class’ nerves and general teenage anxiety, the same clouded thoughts that hid the upside of being surrounded by a class of intelligent girls, but it happened as it did, and a lasting bromance was formed.
Years passed and we made hilarious coursework together, convinced each other to study music, followed each other to college, played in bands together, and eventually parted ways as I left the county for uni. We kept in contact as you do, met for coffee whenever we could make it, kept up to date with what we were both doing, but didn’t hang out like those first years and rarely saw each other for more than a few hours, until Barcelona.
It was a trip that we never intended to make, but after another getaway of mine imploded because of a dysfunctional friendship group, we got talking and worked out that all our newly found free time may work in our favour. We got online and booked last minute flights and hostels, and found ourselves meeting nice and early at Gatwick airport just four days later, absolutely unaware on what to do in Barcelona or what lay ahead.
We landed and it began; “dude I can’t believe we’re actually here”. My favourite part about these super last minute trips is that you literally don’t have time to process where you’re going to be until you actually make it. The downside was that beyond knowing that we were heading to ‘Bed & Bike Hostel’ and that there was a really impressive but unfinished Gaudi creation in the city, we had no idea what was worth our time. Luckily a friend lives in Barcelona and recommended us some lovely bars and vegan spots, and the hostel hooked us up with suggestions that meant we had a decent base to explore from, so we went at it. I like to think we saw the best bits and I left feeling like we’d really made the most of just four days. Inevitably we discovered more and more as we went, but that means we just have to go back some time, right??
A picture paints a thousand words, and I’ve been using too many words in these posts lately, so let’s take a look. Here’s just a few that we came back with.
Maybe I’ll find a better way to share photos in posts like this before I head out on another trip, but hopefully it’s a decent insight into some of what we go up to. I wish I could show more photos but this would go on forever, it’ll be a cool little reminder for me to look back on anyway which is basically what this little blog is all about #deardiary.