September 19th 2005 - Arrival - Barcelona airport.

The Spanish smell was singing sweet tones in the air, and I felt at once that "this is the place to be". "Hola, quiere taxi?" a chubby little sombrero-man said. The only word I understood was taxi, and excited as I was I jumped in the car to start the ride to the centre. The closer we got to the city, the more thrilled and excited I got. "Plaza Catalonia?" the taxi driver said. I nodded eagerly and pictured the juicy cheeseburger I had had at Hard Rock café in Barcelona 5 years ago.
After one month of sightseeing in this amazing city, my first schoolday finally arrived. Fashion marketing and communication for three years. Wow! It sounded so glamorous! I couldn´t wait to study and get friends from all over the world. It turned out that 70 % of the class was Scandinavians, so at the beggining it felt like taking two steps backwards, but what I didn´t know was that this experience would be one of the biggest and funniest challenges I had ever experienced in my life.
There is something about the culture and atmosphere that differetiate Barcelona from other cities, and I guess this was something that really attracted me already at a young age. Park Güell, Passeig de Gràcia, Villa Olímpica, Salvador Dalí, you name it. Barcelona carries a great luggage of well known architects and painters, which makes it really different from other big cities in the world.

I have been lucky to experience Barcelona in a multicultural environment. In our class we have eleven different cultures, so there is always something different on the agenda! MACBA museum and fancy bars with my Scandinavian friends, dragqueen and gay nightlife with our two amazing boys Ole and Raymond, and of course a trip through the exotic restaurants of Asia, with my dear and beloved friends, Sarah from India, Kim, originally from Vietnam, and my Kurdish/Turkish/Swedish friend Nadja. Barcelona has it all.