Sol a l'horitzó. A Barcelona. Marta comença el seu dia.

The sun on the horizon. In Barcelona. Marta starts her day.

Marta és nova a la ciutat. Però li agrada, tot és fresc, nou, emocionant. Camina per les estretes carreretes de la Barceloneta, observant els colors vius, les cases antigues, l'aroma de la mar que es confon amb l'olor del pa calent de les panaderies.

Marta is new to the city. But she likes it, everything is fresh, new, exciting. She walks through the narrow streets of Barceloneta, observing the vibrant colors, the old houses, the aroma of the sea blending with the smell of fresh bread from the bakeries.

%2522Demeu dotze d'aquests, por favor!%2522 diu Marta, apuntant les petites coses rodones. La venedora li somriu i entre dents li respon, %2522Ets valenta! A la majoria de forasters no els agraden els caragols!%2522 Marta s'estremeix, no havia notat les petites cases grogues dels caragols que havia demanat.

One afternoon, Marta heads to La Boqueria, a vibrant market full of life. Colors, voices, scents... a feast for the senses. Marta wants to try a chocolate meringue. She sees a stall with some small round and shiny things, thinking they were snacks. But she was very wrong.

Emocionada i emocionada, Marta va decidir acceptar el desafiament. No voldria fer una mala impressió a la venedora o quedar malament amb ella mateixa. Volia ser valenta.

Excited and determined, Marta decided to take on the challenge. She didn't want to make a bad impression on the vendor or disappoint herself. She wanted to be brave.

Va anar a la platja, s'asseu sota el sol brillant amb la brisa de la mar, i treu el primer caragol amb cura. Estava glaçada. Va tancar els ulls, va respirar profundament i va menjar valentament el caragol. No era dolent. No era dolent gens. Estava sorpresa i alliberada. La seva por es va transformar en una nova confiança.

She went to the beach, sat under the bright sun with the sea breeze, and carefully took out the first snail. It was cold. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and bravely ate the snail. It wasn't bad. It wasn't bad at all. She was surprised and relieved. Her fear turned into a new confidence.

Així, malgrat la seva petita confusió, Marta es troba amb una nova experiència que li agradava. Es va sentir més integrada a Barcelona, descobrint que la ciutat podia oferir-li noves sorpreses i sensacions.

So, despite her little confusion, Marta finds herself with a new experience that she enjoyed. She felt more integrated into Barcelona, discovering that the city could offer her new surprises and sensations.

Amb el cap alt i el cor ple, Marta torna a casa. Se sent més a casa que mai. Barcelona i els seus caragols ja formen part d'ella. El dia de Marta acaba amb una somriure. A Barcelona. On el sol sempre brilla a l'horitzó.

With her head held high and her heart full, Marta returns home. She feels more at home than ever. Barcelona and its snails are already a part of her. Marta's day ends with a smile. In Barcelona. Where the sun always shines on the horizon.