Jordi era un noi de poble. Avui era un dia gran per a ell, havia decidit visitar Barcelona i esperava amb ansiolitat trobar-se amb els seus amics en un bar famós de La Rambla. Però, si alguna cosa ha après Jordi dels contes que li contava la seva àvia, és que una gran aventura mai comença sense un petit contratemps.

Jordi was a village boy. Today was a big day for him, as he had decided to visit Barcelona and was eagerly looking forward to meeting his friends at a famous bar on La Rambla. But, if there was one thing Jordi had learned from the stories his grandmother told him, it was that a great adventure never begins without a small setback.

La gran ciutat era diferent del que estava acostumat. Les olors eren diferents. Les vores, les cases, els carrers estrets com laberints, tot era peculiar. La Rambla era un univers de gent i diversitat. Hi havia artistes pintant, músics tocant melodies dolces, turistes trucant a mímics vestits com estàtues... era un ballet constant de moviment i soroll.

The big city was different from what he was used to. The smells were different. The edges, the houses, the narrow streets like mazes, everything was peculiar. La Rambla was a universe of people and diversity. There were artists painting, musicians playing sweet melodies, tourists applauding mimes dressed as statues... it was a constant ballet of movement and noise.

Però Jordi tenia una missió. Mentre caminava, intentava recordar el nom del bar, la seva àvia sempre li havia dit que tenia una memòria de peix, i ara semblava que tenía raó. Encara que els exuberants carrerons del Barri Gòtic encantaven Jordi, es va perdre en el seu intricat disseny.

But Jordi had a mission. As he walked, he tried to remember the name of the bar. His grandmother had always told him he had a memory like a fish, and now it seemed she was right. Although the lush alleyways of the Barri Gòtic charmed Jordi, he got lost in its intricate design.

Jordi va caminar fins que va topar amb una paret de pedra. Va mirar al voltant i es va adonar que no sabia on estava. Va sentir una pessigolla d'angoixa, però en Jordi era valent. Va decidir seguir avançant, armat amb esperança i una bona dosi de coratge.

Jordi walked until he bumped into a stone wall. He looked around and realized he didn't know where he was. A pang of anxiety hit him, but Jordi was brave. He decided to keep moving forward, armed with hope and a good dose of courage.

Va passar per carrerons estrets, va creuar places silencioses i fins va veure l'ombra d'una catedral que es projectava en la llunyania. Finalment, es va trobar amb un amable venedor d'embotits que, en veure la seva cara de perdut, es va oferir a guiar-lo fins a La Rambla.

He passed through narrow streets, crossed silent squares, and even saw the shadow of a cathedral in the distance. Finally, he met a friendly sausage vendor who, upon seeing his lost expression, offered to guide him to La Rambla.

Ara, la Rambla era diferent sota les llums de la nit. L'ambient havia canviat; les llums parpellejaven com estrelles i la música era tant suau com les ones del mar. Finalment, va trobar el bar i es va retrobar amb els seus amics, que celebraven alegrement la seva arribada.

Now, La Rambla was different under the night lights. The atmosphere had changed; the lights twinkled like stars and the music was as gentle as the sea waves. Finally, he found the bar and reunited with his friends, who joyfully celebrated his arrival.

Jordi entenia ara que aquest petit contratemps havia estat part de la seva gran aventura a Barcelona i va aprendre que no importava quants carrerons fosos i complexos hagués de creuar; el que realment importava era arribar a la meta. Aquesta nit, Barcelona va semblar-li una mica menys gran i molt més amigable. I Jordi es va adonar que estava llest per a la seva següent aventura.

Jordi now understood that this small setback had been part of his great adventure in Barcelona. He learned that no matter how many intricate and complex alleys he had to cross, what really mattered was reaching the goal. That night, Barcelona seemed a little less overwhelming and much friendlier to him. And Jordi realized he was ready for his next adventure.

Ja veus, cada història té els seus propis laberints. Algunes vegades et perds, d'altres vegades trobes el camí. Però el que realment importa és recordar que no hi ha millor guia que el coratge i els bons amics que t'esperen al final del camí.

You see, every story has its own mazes. Sometimes you get lost, other times you find the way. But what really matters is remembering that there is no better guide than courage and the good friends waiting for you at the end of the road.