Waking up on Friday to not being a part of the EU anymore was kind of unbelievable. I honestly just thought us Brits would be united in keeping the peace, staying together and working on our relationships, rather than deciding we were better off out. But that little 3.8% difference in the Brits’ way of thinking means that we are, as we are geographically, an island, all alone and by ourselves.

And whatever happens in the future, it’s our own fault.

exploring barcelona

If only we hadn’t relied on each other to understand what it all meant and vote accordingly, the Bremain campaigning might have got a little more airtime. Much like it’s getting now, now that the voting is over.

– Anger over ‘Bregret’ as Leave voters say they thought UK would stay in the UK

I’m on holiday with my family in Barcelona right now, following the Brexit updates on our phones, talking each one through. It sounds like not much is going to happen immediately, apart from the fact we’ve basically just stuck our middle finger up at the rest of Europe, worsening our friendship with at least 27 other countries.

Good one Brexiters – what could possibly go wrong?

Brexit reality

Of course, the fact that the pound is sinking so the Brit’s summer holiday budget has skyrocketed is now riling those people up. The millions who’ve suddenly realised what Brexit actually means want to retract their vote, but a decision is a decision. And whoever you decide is at the top – Farage? Boris? Murdoch? Merkel? Trump? Terrorists? – has won already, making Britain not only hate other Europeans, but each other as well.

My Facebook newsfeed has been full of hate this week. The 48% accusing the 52% of racism, xenophobia, all the isms, and for basically ruining Great Britain. I’ve seen at least three fights on there between friends, and friends of friends. Civil war has unofficially broken out if the social network newsfeeds are anything to go by. I’ve seen a British-Indian friend at the end of horrible prejudice in Birmingham, an Irish friend who’s lived in London for years suffering, and have you seen this shocking collection of Brexit related abuse currently being shared?

Immigrants are people too

I miss being part of the EU already. At a very basic level just for the fact that everything in Barcelona is 10% more expensive this year than last.

My brother has been living in Barcelona for the last year loving life, with plans to stay for the foreseeable future. He has a job here, but can’t yet speak the language anything near fluently, just like those immigrants people moan about in England. Immigration works both ways. There are millions who’ve come in to Britain over the years but there are millions who’ve left to go abroad too. I feel like some people forget that.

Our attitude to the rest of Europe, which has now been confirmed, is just embarrassing to say it lightly.

I only know of one person, personally, who wanted to leave. And she’s proof that some people just shouldn’t have the power to vote. Who in their right mind would tick that box?

My last week on the inside of the EU

I’ll always remember my last week on the inside of the EU fondly. I freely crossed the border from London into Barcelona, following that EU flag line that I won’t be welcome in in the future to exit the airport.

So free! So easy! We’re all friends here!

Montjuic Swimming Pool

 

This week I’ve partied till 5am, a few times, as is the Spanish way. I’ve scoffed my weight in tapas, enjoyed the 30C Spanish sun and explored the sights of Barcelona. I’ve eaten French croissants for breakfast, homemade Greek spinach and feta pie for lunch, Spanish jamon for dinner, all topped off by wine from all over Europe with a healthy dose of the local Spanish Cava.

I partied for 12 hours straight at Sonar, with some awesome Italians we’d met that day. We were around for the San Juan Festival. Fireworks went off all day and night, and the views from the top of Montjuic Mountain were incredible. I’ve explored the Gothic Quarter, chatted with Spaniards in English, as is the British way, and just had an absolutely brilliant time.

On voting day my mum, dad, brother, his girlfriend and me were all invited to a party thrown by the artist Frank Plant. Anyone who spoke to us asked us about the referendum. I couldn’t really tell the tone in which they asked us, in the brief exchanges, but still, us Brits are branded now. We’re the European nation who think we’re better than the rest. Well, 52% of 72%, but the finer details won’t matter.

The UK wanted out.

I vote remain

Brexit and Barcelona

I don’t know, what else is there to say? The majority have spoken, and I guess they have their reasons. From what I’ve read it’s the people who want to say no to immigration that have won. But, it seems the EU can dictate the terms in which we leave, which could be ‘you must take x number of refugees every year’, thus making their prejudiced vote pointless. And jeez are they going to be angry if that happens.

Cue more internal UK fighting, both on Facebook and IRL.

Simple movement between the countries that make up the EU has been a joy, a memory that I’ll pass down. In a few years us Brits can reminisce as we stand in queues at the airport, as we pay more for our holidays and inflation and interest rates increase. Oh how we’ll laugh when we recall the promise of the extra £350 million into the NHS, or when jobs traditionally filled by Eastern Europeans remain undone, or even when we separate our ‘United’ Kingdom into England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland – making ourselves even more insignificant.

Travelling the EU

Exploring Barcelona

I’ve been to 25 of the now 27 member states of the EU – just Cyprus and Lithuania missing from the collection – and haven’t even thought twice about travelling in between them. It’s easy, everyone’s friends, we all suffered in the war, none of us want any more, we were in it together, mi casa es su casa.

Not any more.

We’re out on our own and from what I’ve read, no one really knows what that means, apart from the fact we’ve told our once 500 million+ people-strong family and support that we don’t want them or need them and we can fend for ourselves better than we could together.

I absolutely, 100% disagree.

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