The pigeon story - Yet another story about Barcelona

It's July 7th. I just arrived at the Airport of Barcelona. It's just me and my bag. I travel alone, it's my first time travelling alone. I'm in a foreign country, I don't know anyone or anything. As I step into the arrival section I look around. Maybe she's here. Maybe she came to surprise me. But she didn't.

I walk around with a smile. I'm happy to be here. This experience is new, it's exciting. I don't know what to expect. I know nothing of Barcelona. Didn't look up a thing. It's just me and the experience.

In my hand I have a note. It's the address of the hostel I booked. I open google maps and find the nearest metro stop. I buy my metro-ticket get on the metro and depart. In the metro I open Whatsapp and I text her. "Hey, I arrived in Barcelona. I'm going to the hostel now."

"I thought you were going to be here on the 7th?" she responded. "Today is the 7th" was my answer. Her response "I'm so sorry, I thought you were going to be here tomorrow! Text me when you are at the hostel, I want you to meet my friend".

The pigeon story

I hope you enjoyed that little introduction :) I'm experimenting with writing styles. This is a true story, which I usually bring up to make people laugh. I don't know if it's as funny written as it is telling to someone in person with all the gestures. But I will try my best.

So I made it to the hostel and got my stuff ready. I introduced myself to my roommates and then I texted the friend she wanted me to meet. So the friend texted me back to meet at placa de catalunya. It was all set and done. But apparently she forgot that she already had somewhere she needed to be.

I choose to still go to placa the catalunya on my own. I'm here to see some places. I finally arrive there. It's an amazing place. The placa is beautiful. It's nicely built and has beautiful water fountains. The placa is filled with pigeons. I walk around and take some pictures.

Now after looking around I go and sit down on a bench. I take my phone out to look some things up and what to see next. All of a sudden a man comes and sit next to me. He has lot's of food with him and starts feeding the pigeons. All the pigeons come up to him. There's a huge pack of them! (It's the man in the picture above)

Now all of a sudden the man grabs down really fast. HE CAUGHT A PIGEON!! He takes the pigeon and put it in his bag. I can still see the pigeon sitting in that bag, not knowing what is going on. The man stands up and just walks away with the pigeon. He walks away like he owns the place. I'm stunned, I don't even know what the F@#% just happened. Some bystanders just start laughing.

I still can't believe that a man came to that placa, just to steal a damn pigeon?! Why? I still don't know why?

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I hope you enjoyed this story. I'd recommend reading my previous story. https://steemit.com/life/@beforeyoupack/i-was-in-barcelona

I first go over how about I feel about the recent attacks in Barcelona, since I became close that place. I got to know it and the people. I still have friends over there. But I end that post with a positive story and an exclusive video.