Enchanted water and pickpockets

La Font Magica Travel Blog

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The designers of the display make the water look like glowing lava.

Having read about La Font Magica and the fantastic display it is supposed to give four nights a week (thursday through sunday), we catch the last Bus Turístic that leaves Plaça de Catalunya today. The bus departs at exactly eight pm and we enjoy the ride once more, without the headphones this time.

We get off at Plaça d'Espanya and stroll slowly down the avenue towards the Magic Fountain. At this time there is no action whatsoever, neither the large centre fountain nor the small ones on the side of the road are working. The crowd is growing steadily, though. It is going to be hard to find a spot with a good view. Loads of people have positioned themselves on the pedestrian bridge and very close to the centre fountain. The latter is a disasterous spot if you want to take good pictures.

As the light fades, the colours of the fountain get brighter.
Local tradesmen are selling all kinds of cheap toys, from flashing bundles of fiberglas to plush animals and there are always people spending their hard earned money on stuff like that.

I decide to move away from the crowd and watch the display from a distance. I do so from the middle of the avenue leading to Plaça d'Espanya. Normally motorists don't drive over the centre part of the road marked with diagonal white lines. If they do, I won't be the only victim, I'll be sharing an ambulance with four or five Japanese people then.

When the show begins it is still rather light, therefor the fountain lights aren't turned on just yet. The jets of water are accompanied by bombastic classical music, however, making the show rather awecommanding.

The fowl green made me think of the Netherworld of Ancient Greece.
As the sun goes down and darkness sets in, the lights in the water and the laser beams behind the MNAC are turned on, making the show complete. Not only classical music is played, the displays apotheosis, for example, is Freddy Mercury and Montserrat Caballé's "Barcelona".

Impressive as the show has been, we do start to feal weary and start thinking of going back to our appartment. We can take the underground, but a final walk sounds good, too. At the entrance of the subway station on Plaça d'Espanya I take out my city map to find out what the distance to our temporary home is. It's just the four of us, there's no one near us, but I've only been bent over my map for about 15 seconds when someone shoves a card under my nose, asking me wether I know the printed address.

The next minute the fountain was an erupting volcano
I get suspicious right away, since it is very obvious that we are tourists and who would ask a tourist for directions? When I look up I see six or seven people surrounding us, all of them with a towel wrapped around one of their forearms. I move my hand to the pocket where my wallet is and feel another hand, probably on its way to my wallet as well. My wife, my dad and myself have the same thought at the same time: Pickpockets!! In a semi-gracious pirouette I manage to get away from the thieves, while my dad moves in, shouting the only English word he knows as loud as he can. "MOVE!!!" is all he says, "MOVE!!!" Five or six start moving away from us, trying to look as innocent as they can. One of them doesn't dare move, all he does is stare at his feet, while Trudy keeps staring at him. I collect my map and we move to the other side of the road, where we plan our route. The way home is very easy, all we have to do is follow the Avinguda Parallel and take a right at Blai. It's about 2 kilometres and there are no threats whatsoever, but we remain on our guard.

I sleep like a log as soon as my head hits the pillow, but my mom dreams of robbers all night long.

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The fowl green made me think of t…
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