I left Barcelona in May this year, but the last time I actually lived in the city was in 2001. Geez… Anyhow, I managed to set myself up from Sweden with a room in a shared apartment from a (hold on now) friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend. Hehe :-) Or I can just state it this way, I got introduced to quite a lot of people back in May, who in turn introduced me to others. Two days after I arrived, giving me plenty of time to assimilate, I started at work, which turned out to be really great. Here’s some pictures and stories from my first two months in Barcelona.
How ever unlikely it may seem, I met with Richard, almost exactly on the spot where he was living back in 2001. Barcelona is also the place I got to know him, so it was a great start of the stay. Richard was there for a wedding so it was a pure coincidence.
Pancake brunch together with my flat mates Alejandro and Cara.
Checking out the waves at Badalona beach. Hmmm… Maybe this place isn’t that bad after all..
I got to know some of my new colleagues
Took a stroll downtown at the national day of Catalunya
Celebrated Ric’s birthday, and no, I didn’t take any drink to the pool, even though it was really tempting.
Marcus came down to visit again, what a great time we had!! Come back any time man!
Juan Carlos came up from Valencia to visit. This is from el Masnou, a short ride on the rodalies from Barcelona.
We went out celebrating birthdays :-)
Took the chance to visit the last Piknic Electronik in Montjuic for the season.
We got the opportunity to see some pretty awesome Castellers
Niklas has been showing me how it’s done on the court quite a few times. Though if the maths add up I should be able to beat him next year. Let’s see.. :-) The club we’re playing at is just fantastic though. I can’t wait to get back there again, especially when the weather gets a bit warmer.
Veronica and Sira took me to a awesome fish restaurant. I haven’t had that good (and that much) fish in quite a while.
I went down to the delta to kite with Joan and Neus
I had some pretty great kiteing in Castelldefels, just 20km from Barcelona. This is my new favorite spot!
I bought a “Barcelona” scooter. Honda Scoopy 125i. Yeeeh, hahaha. Back in Sweden it’s considered nerdy to have a scooter, if you’re over 15 years old that is. I did my best bad-boy “moppe” pose, great, don’t you think?
As part of my assimilation I project managed my first mobile application for Golden Gekko, the company I now work for. It was for Budweiser China, and this far have managed to get over 1.000.000 downloads.
Kim, one of my colleges invited one of his band members to the office to play. Excellent idea! Thanks Kim!
Joan and me went to Cabrera, pretty close to where he lives. Some GREAT kiteing there, I wish I had my waveboard…
Not bad with these colors, eh? It was great fun riding out against the waves, jumping and bumping.
Michael came to visit. I took him to “el rey de la gamba” and bought him some ham. This is the result.
Outside the Sagrada Familia I tried to spot those green birds that squeek in the trees, so that Micke could take a photo, but apparently he thought it was more funny to take pictures of me.
After doing Barcelona we rented a car and took a trip to Andorra and the south of France.
We stayed the night in Andorra. Nothing special really, and then passed over the mountains through a blizzard to France. We could hold the mind twisting speed of 20km/h as visibility was absolutely zero. Well over on the other side of the mountains in France we took a café au lait for breakfast. 
Before making our way back to the north of Spain and costa brava we had to have a taste of “le baugette” haha, some snacks on the way… Check out the regular with the funny hat :-)
After a 2 hours of heated discussions in Danish (yes, it was a long drive, and we had nothing better to do. Helt motherfucking-ass backwörds) we arrived Port de la Selva, a wave spot up in the north of the Mediterranean coast of Spain. Yes! We’re here!! Let’s rip!! :-D
Michael having a look of the scenery
Some preeeety nice waves rolling in, but it just wouldn’t give up raining, and we were 250km from Barcelona.. Not really up for driving all the way back soaked. Crap. Next time.
We went out with Joan one night. He took us to a place named “Bikini”, and it was nothing like a beach club, I’ll tell you..
And one night we went to Luz de Gas with Marta. We all survived.
To revenge that I.… I don’t know what. Ask Michael. Never mind. Michael tried to put his fingers up my nose. It’s not really clear who won or lost from that act.
After a heavy session of walking around, Michael just gave up and went on strike. I’m not moving! I’m not moving!! Hehe. Ok, luckily enough there’s lots of cabs in the city that could save us from spending the night out in Montjuic.
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