Barcelona is where I lived for a year, At times I would shed a tear, For all the beauty that surrounded me daily, At times I wanted to go home? maybe. Living and fighting with two Spanish women, Cuarto, Segundo is the piso I lived in. At the DIR I would exercise. And late in the morning each day I would rise. Bershka and Zara were my favorite places, And lets not forget Miss Sixty jeans and shoes without laces, Paseo de Gracia, Calle Balmes, and Mallorca, I walked the streets of L'Eixample without boredom, At Pedrables my classes were a pity, In the evening it turned into prostitute city. At dinner I found that red wine was a must, Or else the party would be quite a bust. Traveling was my passion then, And I know that I will return again.
