This beach belongs. You see it in all forms: the surfers and paddle boarders, the old gents playing crab, lycra wearing runners chasing back wind stretches with few pedestrians and intersections with more forgiving, soft dirt surfaces. They all come back. To the beach of Barceloneta.
Regardless of the weather there are busy tourists and vexed regulars, lovers in dual company or loners in solitude seeking a meditational spot somewhere in these 4 kms of bustling Mediterranean city beach.
Pronounced from their movement, all these people have engagements; places to be and tasks to tick off that to do list, be it postponed or fulfilled by this very visit to the sunny beach near the ever mood changing, light reflecting ocean. They belong. Right now to this remarkable stretch of land where city meets sea, where a cultural hotspot meets undeniable nature.
As you go, your ears pick up a bit of the conversation, maybe even of your own tongue once in a while. Wave lengths of the ocean also eat words, but they leave fragments there, demanding your creative interpretation.