The day after New Year Celebrations in Barcelona, I walked around a silent Barcelona, and there was one image that really stayed in my mind.
This man; a few hours after thousands of people have surrounded him, cheering in champagne, launched fire crackers and so on, this man rested against a door. Alone.
He had his open can of olives, his shoes and a bottle of water. I just wondered, how did he end up here? Our world is getting better all the time (yes it is), and I really hope that no one, in a future not so distant will say their wishes for a new year, in conditions like this.
This year, I rang in the New Year in Barcelona, a city that has welcomed me numerous times, yet never ceases to captivate me. Its leisurely pace, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of Stockholm, offers the perfect backdrop to unwind and escape the rigors of work.
On this visit, I had the exhilarating opportunity to attend a home game featuring the iconic Barcelona football team, an experience that transcended my previous encounters in the city. In Barcelona, football is not merely a sport; it is a fervent belief, a religion that resonates profoundly within the electrifying atmosphere of the stadium. That night, Barcelona showcased their prowess, clinching a resounding victory over Real Betis. Yet, it was the nuanced elements, the subtle yet rich flavors of the experience, that truly amplified the grandeur of witnessing Barcelona play on their home ground.
The Spaniards have mastered the art of savoring the present moment, a trait that is vividly displayed on New Year’s Eve. The festivities permeated the night, with revelers retiring only as the morning light began to grace the sky, between 6 and 8 AM. Here’s a glimpse of the vibrant streets at 10 AM, still echoing the joyous celebrations from hours before. 🙂
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