Why not jump in times, why not swope beginnings and ends, and remember how it all started? My Barcelona started with a long walk from my hostel to the sea. On the way, I had my first coffee at the wonderful outside café Mescladís and sat down and wrote into my journal and put it down on the sightseeing-list for my visitors. First days are important; this one was. It made me fall in love with a city.