June 23 is a very important day in Barcelona. It’s the festival of St. John the Baptist. Xavi had been invited to his friends’ house for a dinner party, so he invited Petra and I to come along with him. Excited to meet some other Spaniards, we jumped on the opportunity.
We drove out to the town where his friends lived, and were introduced to everyone. I had forgotten about the traditional salutation in Spain, where you kiss the person’s cheeks. There were about 10 people, so this introduction took some time. Everyone was very friendly, and the food was delicious. The only problem I had was that all the Spaniards spoke Spanish, English, and Catalon. Petra and I speak English and some Spanish, yet these people all chose to have their conversations in Catalon. It would have been nice if they had switched to Spanish to include the 2 visitors, but I guess when you’re crashing a party you can’t be too picky.
Xavi had promised us fireworks, and I must admit this was the greatest display of fireworks I’ve seen. (more…)
