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ㅤ ㅤ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 ㅤ 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗦 #TaxTakesSpain ㅤ There are places you visit and places that quietly become a part of you. Somewhere between getting lost on unfamiliar streets, watching the city change under different kinds of light, finding little corners worth remembering, an…

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ㅤ Bunkers del Carmel felt like the kind of place where Barcelona slowly unfolds beneath your feet. The city stretched endlessly into the distance, glowing beneath the fading afternoon light, while the sky slowly changed its colors above the rooftops. Everything seemed quieter from up there, like the…

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ㅤ Cala Comte felt like a tiny piece of summer tucked away in Ibiza, where the sea stretched endlessly in shades of blue and the sunlight danced softly across the water. The rocky little coves, warm sand, and endless horizon made everything feel almost unreal—as if someone had painted the whole after…

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ㅤ Today, I wandered through it all by myself. No one to follow, no plans I had to keep up with—just me, my own little pace, and Barcelona unfolding in front of me. I walked along La Rambla, wandered between the colorful stalls of the market, tried some fresh fruit along the way, and stopped whenever…

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