Lost in Barcelona’s Other Cathedral

I was lost in a huge crowd inside the Cathedral of Barcelona. My four friends were nowhere in sight. Hundreds of tourists and locals zigzagged through the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd like ants in an ant farm.  I began to get nervous.

On a weekend trip to Barcelona during my time studying abroad in Spain, my friends and I stumbled upon the city’s cathedral about ten minutes before mass ended.  We decided to sneak in for the last few minutes, as this may have been a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Mass ended and the crowd shuffled in every direction.  Our group separated through consistent pushing and shoving.

As I nervously followed the sea of people, I realized that I had no idea where I was going or where I was going to end up. Would I lose my friends for the entire day? Would I lose my sense of direction in this foreign city?

The crowd led me to a garden plaza behind the church. I began to follow a line of people and, suddenly, the bishop of Barcelona appeared in front of me. I greeted him and shook his hand. The surprisingly tall Catalonian gave a strong handshake, one that he has practiced many times.

Afterward, I reveled in the garden’s beauty and thought. I realized that sometimes being lost isn’t such a bad thing. Sometimes being lost leads you through some of the most memorable and influential journeys of your life.

I eventually found my friends, who had been waiting for me outside the front doors of the cathedral.  Their concern turned to hilarity when I told them about the situation in which I found myself.  They didn’t get lost, but I had a story to tell.


Tom Malone is the Editor-In-Chief of The Adventure Tribune and author of adventure novels, like Across Americana. He is based in Denver, Colorado, where he adventures through the Rocky Mountains while not traveling abroad.
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