The Barcelona Lookbook: also proof that I wore anything else besides my bathing suit. First up: what I wore for a day of sport-seeing.
The plan: hiking around town to get to a certain football club’s stadium.
The weather: +30 degrees.
The face: this right here.
On the second day of our visit to Barcelona, both of us woke up sick. I had a majorly swollen eye as an allergic reaction to god-knows-what and hadn’t slept a bit. BF had a toothache. Seeing as how male ailments, how minor they might be, always trump the female version no matter what, we decided today would be a good day to visit the one place the boy REALLY wanted to visit. The holy grail of soccer, his heaven on Messi-earth: Camp Nou.
A few metro rides later – Barcelonian subs are seriously the hottest ones ever, they literally took my breath away #faint – I was so glad I picked out this outfit with one eye that morning. The cotton shirt is awesomely oversized, breathable and airy. The shorts must be about 10 years old so we won’t talk about them (or should we? I think it’s pretty cool I can still wear them, both body measurements- and quality-of-fabric-wise – hooray for sustainability!), and the bag was a summer gift from C&A. My hair has been like this the entire trip: high up in a bun. Anything to keep those dreaded long locks from hanging around my face and neck while walking under a scorching sun.