It has been exactly ten years since my last visit to Barcelona, and fortunately, the spontaneous trip came in a perfect timing for the worldcup weekend.
Despite all the political issues between Catalonia and the rest of Spain, the City of Barcelona had setup a large screen in Plaza Espana, and the atmosphere was amazing.
(I am not sure why the song “Born in the USA” was being played; as far as I remember the first White American was Spanish, not the other way around…)
We started prepping for the game at noon with a bottle of wine, then a late lunch with more wine, and what-do-you-know, they were selling alcohol at the Plaza. Driving back home at 2:30am on the scooter was, how should I put it, a bit irresponsible.
