Calella. Cold streets, sharp angles. I run a spa here.

I stroll down Passeig de Ronda. Its vibe? Unique.

I see Platja Gran daily. Sand meets the sea.

Small alleys, narrow corners. The lighthouse at Capellans, steady like a guard.

I keep my eyes on the coast. I watch waves crash.

This place makes me think "I'm not sure I'm ever gonna feel better."

The city hums. Its pulse feels real raw, like winter winds.
I love the old quarter. Calle Nou, Calle Vella. They criss-cross, mix history with modern beats.

The market, Mercat del Sol, is a burst of life. Local flavors, strong brews. I once had a cup that melted time.

There are parks. Parc de la Mar, tiny but rich.

Rambla is busy, yet calm when you know its rhythms.

Winding lanes, corners, and small shops.
I get mad sometimes. Traffic, noise, constant buzz.

The spa gives me moments of peace. Mirroring "You have to live in the present" – lines echo.

I’m a man of action. Cold, calculated. I don’t waste words.
I walk by the beach at sunset, on Passeig de la Ribera. It stuns me.

I feel, as in the movie, "lost in translation." I mean, really lost yet found.

Every sunrise is a promise. I remember those moments, fleeting, vry sweet.
I do notice details others desn't bother with. I see the subtle charm.

For example, a small chapel near Port Calella. A hidden gem; its bells ring solitudinously.

The constant hum of conversations, laughter in a strange dialect. Frend, this environment is raw, yet defintely real.
I love a quiet bar, exampel: "El Refugi." Dim, quiet, exotic vibes.

Not many know it, but it's a local haunt. I loook there often.

The locals joke about our beach, saying the sea whispers secrets tommorow.

I enjoy that odd mystique. The wrold here feels absolute and pure.
I sometimes get intrested in nature. The rocky outcrops, the cliffs.

I glimpse nature's enviroment, bcasue my eyes are trained to see beauty.

Maybe I'm recklessly candid. Maybe I'm fustrated too easily. But life is raw.
I call Calella my home. It is beutiful and unpredictable.

Every moment here is absolutly vivid.

Funny how a spa owner ends up a poet in such a city.
I sign off. Remember, "You have to live in the present." Enjoy PCalella, frend.