Ahh, the common struggles of daily life. Just when you thought the “grass was always greener” let me stop you there; Barcelona doesn’t even have grass. We all know it’s, without a doubt, a magical city – you’ve got tapas and sangria and Tibidabo and flamenco and topless beaches and Desigual and todo eso, but trust me, struggles most definitely exist in Barcelona too.
You don’t need me to tell you this, cuz it’s so obvious, but the world. is. huge. And no matter where we are, and as happy as we’ll be to be where we are, there are always those things you just notice. To continue our Struggles Of series, here are the struggles of living in Barcelona:
Wanting to see the completion of La Sagrada Familia and knowing they’re playing with you.
The metro cards are basically flimsy pieces of paper.
How am I supposed to keep this thing safe for months on end?
The entire city kind of looks the same.
Trying to learn Spanish and not knowing if a word is in Catalan or Spanish
Is it “propera parada” or..wait, no, that’s Catalan. It’s próxima parada in Spanish. Happens all the time.
The wide diamond intersections that add a minute to your commute time.
Is this for aesthetics? More parking? More sunlight? All I know is that it adds an extra 1000 steps to my day.
Wanting to find a friend who’s below 62 years old.
Wanting to sit on grass anywhere.
Let’s see, in terms of greenery, you’ve got Parc de la Ciutadella and…?
All coffee seems to be served at a lukewarm temperature.
I cannot be the only one to have noticed this?
The pigeons that plague Plaza Catalunya.
Trying to go out for dinner at any time before 8pm.
How do you simply stall your hunger till 10pm at night; someone please let me know!
Trying to stay awake to go to the club at any time before 1pm.
Barcelona you make me feel like a grandpa.
The fact you need a Spanish bank account to use their public bike system.
Barceloneta and Ciutadella Vila Olímpica are the closest metro stops to the beach, yet are still pretty far.
Safety first, I guess?
Not really knowing if you love or hate Gaudí’s architecture.
It’s gothic, it’s eye-catching, it’s…different.
The two seconds you get as a warning before the light for cars turns red.
“Si us plau” and “merci” is the limit of your Catalan.
And you only learned these because the credit card reader says it.
You find yourself 80% of the time in shade of buildings because the streets are so narrow.
Have you had any other struggles of Barcelona?
[PS: Don’t forget to check out our Barcelona Bucket List]