Or maybe I should not have been there. Or perhaps I was precisely supposed to be there, just to be able to endure the toughest moment in my life which would come a few days later.
But not this year. This year Barcelona carries no heavy weight, just suntanning, good food, enjoying friends. Oh yes, and the football world cup. Spain has not done too well this time, but in Barcelona some people may actually be rooting for Holland, so no big deal.
We are based in the Olympic Village (rather than some nice barrio) with easier access to the Barceloneta beaches. Priorities.
This time there is no Heineken Ice Bar on the beach to give us funny stories to recount years later. This is the time of the Rock bar with true Catalans and 70's music in Gracia, Opium with thousand drunk foreigners in Barceloneta, beach bar with big screen to watch Brazil and Holland before sunset, Pakistanis selling drinks illegally on the beach.
And "bomba" tapas for good memory.
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