The zig goes Barcelona pt.2
// June 12th, 2007 // cultural differences
This time the view of the fluent, but chief Spanish basher Nettski:
My first festival experience ever – tick.
After three hours of refreshing sleep and early birding, I started into my festival-Barcelona-adventure.
I’d like to start with the sense and nonsense of coupons on the festival, as we were clever enough to buy 50 the first day and then drink all the time the vodka we smuggled in and cheated when paying with those stupid coupons.
Apropos smuggling, my German honesty certainly helped, with a top secret bottle-hiding trick and open the bag so willingly and making a straight honest face, they didn’t look too thoroughly.
Although music on Saturday was a bit lame, in general, it was really great, nice atmosphere, relaxed and easy going people, a lot of unknown bands and clean portaloos all night long! I paid tribute to my mother tongue speaking to myself in German every once in a while.
I want to thank those who invented earplugs, painkillers and I truly appreciate the German love of organizing, planning and arranging; taxis for all! Here, they would have brought more taxis to remove people after one concert than exist in the whole of Barcelona for an entire festival! Especially after having wandered around aimlessly in the industrial area and ended up where we started two hours ago (I heavily doubt that men actually do have a better sense of direction) The mere sight of a taxi became a Fata Morgana, wishful thinking with every step we took (especially after a very, very short night before) in the unlikely event of becoming reality the taxis were either occupied, didn’t want to pick us up at all or weren’t willing to go in our direction – lovely! One day, even Spanish people catch on capitalism…
While I’m bashing Spanish people, I found it, let’s say, interesting to see Spanish people ALWAYS addressing Adam, although it was crystal clear that he neither understands nor speaks a word of Spanish; despite the constant interpreting situation they refused to talk directly to me and what does a Brit in Spain do? Right, he answers in German; very nice! Transnational communication!
Sunday was Festival-off so we got a brief touristy view on Barelona: Parque Güell, Plaza Catalunya, La Rambla, the beach and Sagrada Familia, more tapas and more cheekies 
