I’ve waited almost a month after leaving Barcelona, Spain to create a post about it. I’ve considered just not writing about it at all, but something causes me to feel like that’s not an option. I have to document the fact that I was there for about a month.I also feel the need to be completely honest about the fact that it was one of the most bizarre experiences of my life. Click To Tweet
Not only was it bizarre, it was a gateway to some significant changes in me, my lifestyle and my business in general. (More to come about all of this later)
No worries I’m still here, but if you are a follower of the blog, you’ve had to notice that I’ve been absent for a while. The truth is after the bizarre happenings in Barcelona, I’ve moved on to London to experience even more weird occurrences.
When I say weird, I mean things have happened that have caused me to have to view and do life differently. Ultimately this is all good, wonderful in fact, but because of it, I needed to take a break, a moment to breathe.
With it being during the Holiday season, I was a bit bummed that I didn’t get to involve myself in much holiday cheer or festivities, but it also meant that I was able to retreat a bit during a time that much of the World or at least “my World” was retreating.
Each destination I visit comes with its own unique message and lesson. So far since arriving in London, all roads have led to REST! : : Definitely not what I envisioned upon my arrival, but I guess at some point it had to happen. : : The body wants what the body wants and the soul needs what the soul needs. : : I’ve fought it, but I’ve needed it. If I must, I will truly release and relax. : : In the meantime, I just wanted to pop in and wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year! 🎄✨❤️
Approaching the second week of 2018, I’m now optimistic and ready to dive back into my business and share a bit about the bizarre happenings in Barcelona.
Where do I even begin?
First of all, I’ll tell you that I took a long overnight bus ride into Barcelona from Granada. I started to feel myself getting a bit of a tickle in my throat and I ran around the bus station looking for cough drops and Vitamin C. I rarely get sick but I could feel something happening and I wanted to get ahead of it.
Visiting Barcelona was a big deal, it was one of those places I’d wanted to visit long before I started my Nomadic journey. I had high hopes for this place. I’d also met a guy a few months back while traveling through Boston that lived in Barcelona.
He’d invited me to come and participate in an Improv Show; this was right up my alley as I’d always wanted to do this. I’d prepared a compelling show and was excited to cross this item off my bucket list.
He would come to collect me from the bus station and I’d stay in an extra room in a flat that he shared with his brother for a week or two.
To get to the meat and potatoes of this story, I ended up feeling EXTREMELY sick. I tried to ignore it and just push through, but couldn’t.
He would ask me out for a walk around the city and I’d ask for a raincheck while staying in my room attempting to nurse myself back to health.
I remember trying to force myself to sit in the main room with him and his brother in an attempt not to be rude, but I really just needed rest.
I was dying to get out in the city and explore, but I was dealing with one of the worse colds of my life.
My host would prepare tea for me and consistently check on me, but around day three it was fairly obvious that we both had to face reality and accept that I wasn’t offering him the experience that he’d signed up for.
I felt horrible as I realized that I hadn’t been invited there to utilize their space as a wellness center. Click To Tweet
Finally, it was time to practice for the show and I really didn’t want to go, but I just had to do my performance which would take place the next day. Practicing with the team was ideal.
I showed up at practice and pushed through. I actually enjoyed myself. I was freezing and still very ill, but none the less I enjoyed the banter and actually getting to experience an Improv practice.
That night following a birthday gathering for one of the team members, we stopped for burritos on the walk home, ate, chatted a bit, and I went to bed with the full expectation to get up the next day and prepare to do my long awaited show despite feeling like crap.To my surprise, I jumped up at 4 a.m. to find my top lip swollen to a very alarming capacity. Click To Tweet
I initially thought that I must be dreaming. I could just feel weirdness that my mind wasn’t able to process as I was coming to my senses. I jumped up to turn on the light and look in the mirror and I was floored.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I instantly went to Google, where of course I learned that I was about to die.
I frantically got dressed, sent my host a text message and ran out to grab a taxi. Working through the language barriers and leaning on the help of the huge evidence on my face, I managed to tell him that I needed to get to the Emergency Room.
In the interest of wrapping this up, I was given some inflammatory meds and orders to get plenty of rest. I headed back out of the hospital at about 5 a.m. where I found myself being harassed and then followed by a weird guy who made it obvious that he had every intention to make some form of unwanted contact with me.
In an attempt to flag down a taxi, I accidentally flagged down a police car and the guy found himself surrounded by police and being searched. As I waited for an actual taxi the police told me to check and make sure this guy hadn’t managed to take my wallet. Based on their interaction with him, I believe that he must have had some peculiar items in his possession.
I get back to the flat and lay down while texting my host and letting him know that due to me being ill and having this fat lip, I wouldn’t be attending the Improv show after all. I sent the text as I figured I’d be asleep when he woke up and left for work.
Once he received the text he wasn’t happy and even continued to pressure me to do the performance despite me sending a photo of the lip. I ended up leaving his flat the following day and transitioning to an Airbnb where I stayed for about 3 weeks feeling as sick as ever. I spent most of my time in a room, drinking tea and taking meds.
I found myself celebrating my 1 Year Nomadversary there and finally getting out to explore a bit.
A Happy Nomadversary is in order for me, 🎂 as I celebrate my first year of living a freedom based lifestyle!!!👜✈️🌍💃🏾🥂 One year ago today I walked out of my loft having nothing to lose and everything to gain.✨ I wasn’t certain about the outcome, I just knew that what I’d been doing wasn’t working for me. 🤷🏽♀️ I couldn’t have told you that I’d be in Barcelona a year later, truly living the dream. I honestly wasn’t sure. I just knew that I had to do something that I’d never done to gain something that I’d never had. 🙏🏾💫 This year has been SURREAL! You see, I’m far from a trust fund baby. In fact, I’ve been left for dead, more than once by the very people that should have loved me. I’ve never had a blueprint for life, let alone success. Never had cheerleaders or people that would sacrifice much of anything for me. Never had nurturing or a soft place to land should I fall. All I’ve ever had is my instinct, and a desire to be and do more than destiny said I would. Things that so many took for granted I had to and still have to fight for daily.👊🏽 Let me tell you something. It’s one thing not to have support, but it’s a whole other thing when you have to fight for the right to simply be yourself in the midst of it all. 🙋🏾 I’ve always despised the fact that people view me and label me as “strong”. My strength is nothing that I worked to gain. My strength is a result of it being a necessity for me to survive and stay in my right mind. This year has caused me to accept it wholeheartedly. My strength was finally used for something other than simply surviving. There’s no way I could have done this had I been weak. The abandonment, rejection, hate, jealousy, lies, abuse, slander, scapegoating etc. are the very things I stand on. All the way over here in Barcelona, Spain, I STAND. Strong, fulfilled,humbled, grateful and certain that all things have always worked together for my good. It’s my Nomadversary ya’ll!!!!! 🍾🎊🎉Somebody pinch me! 😊 #iveonlyscratchedthesurface
Barcelona was nothing like I imagined. Not that it was any better or any worse, just nothing like I imagined.The Pros of Barcelona are the scenery, the variety of things to do, a great transit system and the tapas are delicious. Click To Tweet
I have one con and that is aggressive and downright scary men, from loud and outrageous rants on the street to staring and following me to someone actually attempting to slap me. Yes, one morning as I exited the flat, it was only a matter of me moving in the nick of time, otherwise, I was almost hit across my face by some random guy walking by. Whew!
With all of that said, this travel stuff isn’t perfect, there will be bad days and there will be hurdles to get over. Ultimately all has worked out well and I’m moving forward, but I will always remember Barcelona as the place that some very bizarre things happened in.
Below are a few photos from my time spent there.
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