Rediscovering (re-loving) Barcelona



Two friends of ours came to Barcelona for their honey moon. They got married in Madeira (that’s why we went there), and they came for a couple of days, so we showed them a little bit around and it was like we were living Barcelona for the first time.

After being away for a week and coming back to the most beautiful places of the city to show to our friends, our eyes were wide open, marveling with every building, corner and park.


We rediscovered Barcelona. All the time I thought what an amazing and beautiful city it is, and it regained my heart. It has so much to offer and hubby and I realized how much we missed it.

With that in mind I would like to share with you some of my favorite photos I’ve taken in this past year and half 🙂

Glad to be back!

Madeira I

Madeira is the island where you can see the ocean from everywhere. Where the sky melts with the horizon and you can’t tell where one begins and the other one ends. The island of endless tunels and shifting weather.

In Madeira the landscapes are as diverse as they can get. Sunny beaches are escorted by the highest cloudy mountains, filled with beautiful houses of orange ceilings that decorate the hills, becoming the island signature view.  (We even got a magnet of it!)


If should attempt to describe Madeira with one word it would be erratic. The brightest sunlight can easily disappear in a few seconds, washed away by pouring rain, and vice versa, over and over, and over again.

There’s a lot to tell you about Madeira, and a lot (a lot) of photos to show too (trust me… a lot!) So, let’s leave at that today and I’ll tell you some more later.

Have a wonderful week 🙂


Three months, 500 pictures, a thousand experiences

Playing Bubbles

7,492 kilometers. Yes, that’s the exact distance I traveled before changing my life completely. Seven thousand four hundred and ninety two kilometers. That is the distance from Caracas, Venezuela to Barcelona, Spain. This, strictly, in geographical terms, of course.

With a suitcase in each arm, a bag over my shoulder and my other half next to me, I arrived to Barcelona April 6, 2013. Since that paradoxical day, neither my SD memory or mi own, are enoguh to document everything I’ve experienced.

And, since I’ve been here, the word “routine” word has no meaning for me. Each day followed to April 6 is completely new and different. This, as far as photography is concerned, it is like a dream come true.

My camera never had the opportunity to see so many things. In these ninety days she has been freed from the four walls between which, monotonously, she lived bounded from the world, for reasons beyond her will. Now she is experiencing, next to me, a world of new images.

Here in the old continent, my camera and I are inseparable. We go everywhere together. And that is as it should be for any photography lover. Thus, it is the only way not to lose unique moments andd experiences.

With this new found freedom for both of us, I had the opportunity to capture stunning images. This new life has opened my eyes and my camera lens, teaching me that, to take good photographs, practice and ingenuity, are a must.

As they say, practice makes perfect. But we must never, ever dismiss the purity that a spirit moved by novelty can do for us.