To the most beautiful city,

I am so grateful to have been given the opportunity to dance in your streets with my very best friends. Around each corner and across each street, your beauty intoxicated me with each twist and turn, weaving our way through the labyrinth that was the tiny, balcony-filled alleyways and intricate, decorative buildings that looked more like masterpieces than anything functional. The romance that ebbed and flowed in and around me was nothing I have ever felt before. So taken with all that there was, I floated down your sidewalks in insurmountable wonder and awe. Even the stars above my head were more magical, and I've seen those same stars countless times.

Something arguably more special; the people that surrounded me within your walls. As stunning as you are, they highlighted every fine curve and edge. While loving you is easy, maneuvering throughout you and understanding your beautiful people had its challenges. When I close my eyes I can still feel a hand in mine, assuring and gently caressing an ebbing, calming wave through every corner of my mind and body. Traveling is effortlessly golden with the right people, and mine are the very best, liveliest, and most wonderful people to share a city like you with and everything you offered up to us. Through the smooth and the rough, we sailed. And what a time we had.

We will meet again one day. I did not drink from that fountain, but I know this to be true. Your sangria, wrought-iron balconies, drinking age, unfinished chapels, paraguayos, street performers, tree-lined streets, and difficult-to-find arches are irresistible to all those with an impressionable heart such as mine. I have fallen for you, breathtaking Barcelona.

Muchos gracías para todo. Te amo. Hasta la próxima vez.