Barcelona Sunrise - November 2009

On a college trip to Barcelona, in our group we decided to get up early and sneak out of the hotel and try and get a glimpse of a real sunrise. So, at 6am one morning we all got up threw on some clothes and headed down to the beach, probably wearing alot less layers than we should have been wearing. It may have been Barcelona, but it was still November. We got there and waited, and waited and then waited some more. We decided that this just wasn't going to happen for us, we were absolutely freezing and were going to head back to the hotel but then this happened;

Suddenly I felt a very strong lift of relief as the sun began to rise from the horizon. Watching the sunrise happen, I no longer cared that I couldn't feel my fingers, that I was tired from being awake so early, nor did I care about anything else that was taking up unnecessary space in my head. The combination of the warm orange sun and the sound of the gentle sea took over my entire mind and I didn't have a care in the world.

It's a funny feeling watching something like this. Something so simple, but so beautiful. It sounds corny, but this was honestly the most beautiful thing I've ever witnessed. Personally, I'm a bottler - not in the sense that I bottle out of awkward situations, but I bottle feelings and I don't ever really talk about them, so to be able to witness this for me was amazing. I don't remember what I was bottling at the time but what I do remember is how quickly it all disappeared when I saw the sun coming into the sky. So whenever I have a bad day, or feel fed up, I go back to that beach and hear my friends talking and see them taking pictures and turning blue at the same time (okay, maybe I'm exaggerating how cold it was slightly, and it also helps that I made a video on my camera) and that feeling of relief is there, every single time.