Fat Ballerinas

i am writing this in somewhat of a jet lagged haze so please excuse my wanderings. you see on monday morning we arrived back to barcelona from a two week trip to the states. a crazy brief encounter with san francisco, phoenix and new york. after spending 7 hours on a flight from new york to bcn, we dragged ourselves home at 7:30am for a brief nap. a nap, because sleep would not be possible for we had landed on the eve of sant joan. also known as “midsummers eve”. in Spain, the celebration’s main sight are the bonfires and fireworks. the entire city was engulfed in the pops, bangs and booms. i have never been in the middle of a battle, but i imagine it sounds a lot like. our bodies still on a “new york” time (6 hours behind GMT+1), we bravely ventured out to join in the festivities.

the best place to be during sant joan in barcelona is the beach, so we planned to meet with some friends and set our place among the rest of the city residents along the shore. then we dug our heals into the sand for partying till sunrise. i didn’t manage to get any photos of the fireworks, but i did get this one of Mar Bella beach. yes, that is a sea of people right up to the edge of the sea.

so i wrote this on wednesday (june 25th) and was so jet lagged i forgot to publish it, woops…