Barcelona Travel Blog› entry 73 of 128 › view all entries
And into a new country! Spain is a beautiful country with great people. I met some great people on the train, and before we arrived in Barcelona we'd decided to meet up later that evening. I made it with little difficulty to my hostel, dropped off my things, and went out to see the city. The first thing I noticed on the day I arrived was large piles of wood all over the city. After inquiring I found out that later that evening there was to be a festival, and they would burn the wood and have one big, city-wide party. More on that in a bit!
The first thing I wanted to see, since I had heard so much about it, was the Sagrada Familia.
The architecture of the building from the outside is what impressed me the most. I wish I could remember all the intricate things that were carved into the side of the church, but a few do stand out in my mind...please look at the pictures. There is a set of numbers (4x4), which, when added either vertically or horizontally - equal 33, the age Jesus was when He went to the cross.
After visiting the Sagrada Familia, I made my way to Las Ramblas. This pedestrian street is another highlight of a trip to Barcelona. Filled with shops, artists, and all sorts of interesting characters. It's the place to go to see people literally painting themselves to resemble a statue, famous person in history, or perhaps they are performing some action. The thing is, they remain perfectly still until someone drops a coin into their bucket. At that time, they will perform some action and allow you to take a picture. I wasn't about to drop a euro into each one's bucket for a photo, but I did donate to a few of them.
I ended up eating dinner at about 7:00 PM and the place was dead. I knew I was eating too early, but on that particular day I was hungry. As it turns out, the Spanish take a siesta during the day and everything shuts down for a while. Supermarkets, stores, you name it. Because of this, they eat later and therefore stay up later. A festival til all hours of the morning isn't something totally foreign.
Later that evening, as planned, I met up with a few people I had met on the train. We decided to go see what the festival was all about. As we walked around the city, we saw people dancing in the streets and having a good time. We walked down to the beach and joined the festivities there. There was some sort of parade with music and dancing that we joined in on. We got the hang of things quickly and had a great time. There were lots of different things going on down by the beach, so we spent the rest of the night hanging out there. We never did figure out what they were celebrating, and I am not even sure if the locals knew (or cared)!