My trip to Valencia was a fairly spontaneous one as I made up my mind about visiting Spain’s third-largest city only few days before a long May bank holiday weekend. Luckily, this wonderful destination is only 3 hours away from Barcelona by train so once I booked my place at the Red Nest Hostel and packed my small backpack, I was ready to go!
The Plaza del Ayuntamiento
First impressions? Classy, colourful and architecturally stylish, especially in terms of decorations, their detail and finesse. Although Valencia shares some resemblance to Barcelona, a mix of old and modern buildings together with a relaxed atmosphere gives this city a slightly different energy with a lot of flair.
The scars of the past
The idea about visiting an abandoned US spy station in Berlin was in my head for a long time. Finally in January, on a first day of the New Year, I had a chance to take a trip up the Devil’s Mountain, the Teufelsberg. Exploring the remains of that interesting Cold War’s relic was a slightly chilling, very exciting and even more memorable experience. What a way to start 2015!
Abandoned Listening Station in Berlin
Surrounded by the Grunewald Forest, Teufelsberg is a popular area to drop by during the weekend. It has its genesis in turbulent history of the 20th century though. The name of the hill is taken from the nearby Devil’s Lake and it was made out of the war rubble. There is also the never completed Nazi military-technical college buried underneath it. A layer on top of another layer of the past.
Radar dome at the Teufelsberg
The New Village
When walking the streets of Poblenou you come across strong contrasts, interrupted vertical symmetry and a mixture of rough and smooth in relation to textures, structures and colours. The New Village, as the name of this area can be translated from Catalan, was once a town completely separate from Barcelona but as the city started to expand it became another neighbourhood bordering with the sea.
I have discovered Poblenou in my first days since I moved to Barcelona. I decided to avoid the crowds in Barceloneta and venture out a bit further than the Port Olimpic and the Bogatell beach. The Rambla del Poblenou with its small cafes and bars, tall trees providing a cooling shade and the decorative Modernista facades charmed me straight away. As soon as I left the lively Rambla and started walking down the wide streets of Poblenou it was clear to me that this area has much more to offer than great spots for a coffee or a bite to eat. It was the urban landscape filled with warehouses, factories and their chimneys that won over my heart.
Old factory in Poblenou