This is the city.
The catalyst. The motivating force that pushed me through moments of doubt and fear as I plotted my escape from my comfortable office job.
No other word encapsulates the romantic notions that my subconscious mind associates with the Spanish culture more than “Barcelona.”
Say it with me.
Lisp that “c” if you’re really into it. “Barth-elona.”
There you go.
After a spontaneous pit stop in California to surprise a certain gal for the holidays (smooth right?), I made it back to Europe, happy and five pounds heavier after two weeks of stuffing my face with tamales and prime rib. Seriously, I think that’s all I ate the entire time I was back home. And tacos. There is always room for tacos.
Now it’s back to Spain where I have assumed a role working in the Public Relations department for a prominent hostel near the University of Barcelona.
Translation: Me and three other lucky bastards get to live in a great city for free and meet cool people and basically all we have to do is get the party started every night. We work from 9 to 12, five nights a week and arrange activities for the guests. Last night, for example, was karaoke night. The PR team facilitates and socializes, all while trying to sign up guests for our “party bus” to the touristy beach clubs of the Barcenoleta. Once we get the guests on the bus, we are free once again until 9pm the following evening. Not a bad gig right? The schedule is perfect, leaving us the entire day to explore the city.
So far I’m two for two with the Workaway experiences.
Over the past month I’ve received messages from a few people who read my posts and have become inspired to make some changes in their life.
“Seeing the stuff you post makes me want to quit my job and travel. Really inspiring stuff.”
“I’ve been at my job for eight years and I fuckin’ hate it bro. I think about quitting everyday… Any suggestions?”
Their souls itch to break the chains of monotony. To make the jump and risk failing miserably. I cannot express the feelings of gratitude and humility that overwhelm me when I receive those kind of messages. I haven’t done much. I was just fortunate enough to realize that if I didn’t make a move my life was going to pass me by in an instant. So I jumped. But we all know what it feels like to freeze. To look over the edge and start the countdown… three… two…. one… never mind.
Humans generally don’t like change, change is scary. Most of us thrive off of routine and the familiar. Our minds try and avoid it all costs, instinctively firing off self justifications and rationalizations like Bill Cosby throws out the Roofies. And Cosby don’t miss. So if you’re thinking about making some big changes in your life and don’t have a ‘Barcelona’… get one. Visualize your goal. Whether it’s you welcoming your first guest at that restaurant you’ve been dreaming about opening, or hiking your final mile on the Pacific Crest Trail. Keep your eyes on the prize. And let me tell ya, it feels pretty damn good to get there.
3 thoughts on “Barcelona or Bust”
Barcelona is such a great city! Even though I’ve been there just a few weeks ago, I’d love to return immediately!
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Thanks for reading! Yea it’s the best right? If you make it back, just let me know. I’ll have some tortilla de patata waiting for you!
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Haha, sounds great! Will definitely come back to you 😉