A Perfect Weekend in Barcelona

Barcelona has always been one of those cities I dreamed about, and when I finally spent a weekend there, it felt like stepping into a postcard that came alive. Even with just two days, I managed to soak up so much beauty, energy, and history—it’s the kind of place that stays with you long after you leave.

I started my Saturday morning on La Rambla, joining the early walkers as the city woke up. I sipped a strong coffee at an outdoor table, watching people hurry by and flower vendors setting up their colourful displays. Just off La Rambla, I wandered into La Boqueria Market, where I couldn’t resist the fresh fruit juices. I tried a mango-coconut blend that was so refreshing I almost bought a second.

From there, I made my way to Passeig de Gràcia, Barcelona’s grand avenue of art nouveau dreams. I stood in front of Casa Batlló, totally mesmerized by the shimmering, scaled facade, and then walked over to La Pedrera, its undulating rooftop chimneys looking like watchful guardians. I booked tickets in advance so I could go inside—and it was 100% worth it.

By midday, I headed into the Gothic Quarter. I spent hours getting lost in its maze of narrow alleys, stumbling on quiet courtyards and little artisan shops. I paused at Plaça del Rei, imagining medieval life in that stone square. For lunch, I found a tiny tapas bar where I ordered patatas bravas and a glass of vermouth—it felt like the most Barcelona thing ever.

The absolute highlight of the weekend for me was visiting La Sagrada Família. Even though I’d seen countless photos, standing beneath its towering columns was something else entirely. The stained glass cast rainbows on the floor, and I remember just sitting there, overwhelmed, for a while.

That night, I wandered through El Born, which has such a cool, creative vibe. I found a lively little restaurant with an open kitchen, where I tried fideuà, a Catalan noodle paella. Afterward, I sipped a cocktail at a dimly lit bar, feeling like I could stay there all night.

Sunday morning, I headed up to Park Güell. The colourful mosaics and whimsical shapes felt like a dream—plus the views over the city were incredible. It was the perfect place to slow down and take it all in.

Finally, I made my way to Barceloneta Beach. Even in late afternoon, it was buzzing with locals and visitors. I walked along the sand, listening to the crash of waves, then grabbed one last seafood meal at a beachside chiringuito.

As the sun set, I found a rooftop bar for one final drink, watching the city lights blink on. In just 48 hours, Barcelona had woven its spell on me—and I knew I’d be back.