OK. I'll just say, this is the one celebration in Barcelona that is not for me. I like the idea of beginning a party at dusk, eating pastries and drinking champagne together in the middle of the night, and then staying awake until dawn, as my Barrio did together last year around the bonfire. And I like the stories. My friend met a great guy at a San Joan party on the beach, they talked all night until the sun came up and now they're married. But the reality of fires and bottle rockets, tended by drunken civilians, sends me to hide. I choose up the coast. Way up. Here's a moon rise and a sunrise from Callela to rival the pyrotechnics!
By Maia Pay Ozguc
What it's like to live Barcelona. Impressions. Be curious. Be Barcelona!