My first few hours in Barcelona went like this: Wandering around with an outrageously heavy pack on my back, a battered lonely planet in my hands, and a confused look on my face. I was lost, more lost than I think I’ve ever been. I have a natural sense of direction and a knack for reading maps and yet I still couldn’t figure the place out. The city is a maze of busy streets, teeny alleys and meandering walkways. Don’t get me wrong–it’s not a bad place to get lost in, what with all the beautiful architecture and such–but if you’re going to get lost, it’s best to do it after you’ve found a place to leave your baggage.
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