Arriving at Perpignan’s local airport reminded me of small African airports…
these airports where a dozen passengers exit directly on the tarmac and walk under a heavy sun to a building which looks more like an abandoned office space than a buzzing airport facility…

getting out of the plane, going down the mobile stairway with the sea on one side and the palm trees on the other, got me completely high.

The funny thing about Perpignan (Perpinya in Catalan) is that it already feels like Catalunya, with the red gold flags everywhere and the street names written both in French and Catalan… Not to mention an exceptionally sunny and warm climate all year long, not unlike what you find on the other side of the Mediterranean sea (I highly suspect this the main reason my island-born mother picked it, out of the whole european continent)…

All in all, despite my time being mostly devoted to studying, I quite enjoyed traveling and chilling around. The pool at my mum’s place is heaven and Barcelona is still the greatest city in Europe with Ibiza only a few hours away to top it all…