Barcelona gets up at seven o'clock with the rhythm of the cars and the agitation of the little bars and sleepy cafés. It's like an old computer rebooting: a slow and lazy process like a ritual. I'm not sure if it could be the best moment to describe a cosmopolitan city like Barcelona. However, it's the moment that the city begins to smell. I like beginings more than endings. In a working day, all things go by naturally, without any motivation other than the routine. I prefer these kind of days, they are more pure than sundays or public holidays. I also like them because they often give me some ideas for a new story or a new article. Maybe you could understand me better if you take a mental picture of a journey by subway like I live every working day:
A business man talking all the time with their fashionable mobile, dozens of university students showing off their coloured folders, a pretty young women reading a book that you know, people with earphones listening canned music, strange and funny talks about what are Obama's familly wearing, hundreds of newspapers with ridiculous headlines (ADN, Metro, 20 minutos, !Qué más!...) and...sometimes there's something specially interesting than you could explain to your closer people.
It's really entertaining :).
Actually, my subway stop is in the center of Barcelona: Catalunya's square. There, I have to see a lot of poverty and people under the effects of drugs or alcohol. When I see them, I feel powerless because I can't do anything for them and moreover, I've been taught that I have to be cautious with these kind of people.
Maybe they haven't got up yet.
I think The Rambla is the most singular point of my city. I admit that it's so touristy but it offers a tree-lined way with lots of poetic places: little pet shops and flower shops, human sculptures, legendary fountains and lots and lots of historic buildings. I think The Rambla is like a tree: it has many branches with other stories. I also love the narrow streets of Gothic neighborhood!
PD: I hate something about The Rambla: the smell that comes up of the first bar near the subway. I've no idea what it is but it's disgusting!