I grew up a country girl, well, more a suburb girl, went to college in a small city, moved back to the suburbs, lived in the big city for some years, moved to an even bigger city in Spain and now spent a weekend in the country. Whoa, did ya follow that? Well, while I once believed I was a city girl at heart, I’ve gotta say I definitely have some country in me!
Barcelona is a fabulous city for so many reasons, but like most cities, the air is polluted, there is a lot of traffic and people are always on the go, go, go. Living in a city can be fast-paced, chaotic and as I’ve noticed, downright noisy. As I sit on my bed writing this post, I’m listening to the moto drivers revving their engines and drivers honking their horns, not once, but multiple times. Come on, we get it! While I can’t complain all that much, a weekend in the country was absolutely fantastic.
Spending a few days in a town set amongst the Pyrenees mountains, with crisp, fresh air and complete silence was something I hadn’t done in what seemed like ages. Yes, I went to the Pyrenees a few times during the winter, but going in the autumn was a completely different vibe. I never realized how much I would appreciate the small things like waking up to birds chirping versus automobile noise or staring out at the endless nature versus traffic lights and buildings.
We went horseback riding through the cow pastures, creeks and fields and we hiked for what seemed like miles to take in views that stretched forever. We had a picnic, hiked some more, took morning strolls around our small town, napped outside, ate dinners in all stone constructed restaurants, etc. For a self-titled city girl, a weekend in the country was just what the doctor ordered!