The festivities on Friday night were really the first time I got a taste of the intense tradition here. The opening celebration of La Mercè consisted of gegants, castells, music, dancing, and fireworks. Plaza Sant Jaume was overwhelmed with people of all ages, all surrounding a wide stage flanked by a larger one where the orchestra was seated.
As the band played music, enormous animal figures were brought to the stage one at a time and traditional dances were performed. These included dragons, a lion, a horse, un toro (a bull), and some sort of bird. A partridge maybe? Anyways, here they all are, most with firecrackers in their mouth which exploded unexpectedly.
Another main feature of Catalan celebrations are gegants, enormous paper mache human figurines that, in my opinion, were quite terrifying. Besides being quite impressive on sight, these figures also did traditional dances-impressive in it's own right because they are held up by one very strong person. Ironically, despite my lifelong fear of costumes and characters, the King and Queen's performance was my favorite part of the ceremony. They were paraded out onto the stage and did a dance together, dipping and stepping in tune with the music. You could tell they were having a conversation with each other through the movements. What this means, I am not entirely sure, but I do know they represent the royals from when Catalonia was an independent kingdom.
We noticed they had a little diagram they seemed to be studying. "That's odd," we thought, "Shouldn't they have planned this out a littler earlier than right now?"
Suddenly, they all clustered together. We were ushered by guards who appeared out of no where to take a few steps back. A human tower was erupting right next to us! I managed to snap a picture in all the chaos:
And here it is in completion (the top 3 levels, anyway. They put little kids up there):
See the firecrackers in his mouth? A dragon came by next, and his lovely sparklers exploded right in front of us. I faced two of my childhood fears at La Mercè: loud noises and scary costumes.
After the parade ended, I thought the pomp and circumstance was over. Wrong. Fireworks started shooting off of the roof of the building next to us. We were thrilled at first, until little shards of firework pieces started hitting us in the face and getting stuck in our eyes. We were all tearing up as we watched the colors shatter over the night sky in Barcelona.
Old Home Day will never be the same ...
ReplyDeleteYou lucked out picking that time of year to be in Barcelona. Certainly a festival that shouldn't be missed.
Who ever would have guessed the sights you'd be seeing and the events you would partaking. Barcelona was a great choice.
Am almost convinced to add to my travel list!