In August 2011, Brian and I made our move from Saint Paul, Minnesota USA to Hannover, Germany. This blog is a way to share the minor daily adventures, adjustments, and observations that come from moving to a new country.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Barcelona - day 1 - flying oranges
Our first stop in Barcelona was the Carnaval parade. Brian is not a
parade guy, or a state fair guy, or a street festival guy, but I love
all of those things and he loves me. So to the parade we went. We found
the main stage near the old town in Barcelona, surrounded by kids and
adults in costume where a band was playing and also announcing what was
going to happen. I have no idea what they said because it was in Catalan
(which is not really like Spanish at all) but what I gathered was that
there would be a parade of all the Carnaval princes and princesses,
followed by the arrival of the king. The royalty started to roll in,
riding on horse drawn carriages and a decked out in a signature color of the rainbow.
They had personalities too. Some were serene and sweet, some were
dancing and celebrating, others were nasty and making scary faces. The
king himself looked more leering and creepy than regal, and arrived just
as it was getting dark. Once his carriage was in, huge orange balloons
and confetti fell over the crowd. This part is called (in Spanish) La
Naranjada, in honor of the medieval tradition of throwing oranges at
people during on the Sunday of Carnaval. I guess balloons don't hurt as
much. This all leads up to Ash Wednesday, when, of course, they bury the
After the parade we wandered around the historic Born neighborhood, stopped at Santa Maria del Mar basilica, and wrapped up the evening with some tapas. We did not order any sardines.
Thanks for coming to my blog. It started as a way to keep in touch with family and friends, and now has become an ongoing project.
I'm an American living in Germany and trying to travel whenever I can. I write about my experiences as an expatriate (the interesting ones and the embarrassing ones), and about my travels. There are some recurring characters in this blog, particularly my husband Brian and several of our friends.
The title comes from the idea that living in a foreign country means making a lot of mistakes. So the things you used to do easily you now have to try over and over again. Hopefully, like me, you can laugh at how idiotic it feels.
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