Daya Breeze
2013-11-19 9:10
- Barcelona Feather Picking
Friends, my friends, do you know, or remember, this song? “...... The waters of the Nile have fed them, the Spanish sun has tanned them", oh, you say you remember, such a beautiful song, once touched, who will forget? Yes, this is the famous mixed chorus "Tsigon", composed by the German composer Hohmann, depicting the wandering life of the gypsies, and one of the classic songs sung by our Liaoning Maple Rhyme Choir. To participate in the Barcelona International Choir Competition, we arrived at Barcelona, the second largest city in Spain, on the morning of October 23, after a day and night of land and air, and stayed in the charming town of Calella in this beautiful city.
Because of the 1992 Olympics, I know Barcelona; because of football, I know about Spain; because of the bright-paced, lively guitar, I know that there is such a group of people in the far sky - such a strong and romantic people... So, strangely and naturally, I string together a small, trivial, and possibly shallow understanding of Spain. While don Gihud, the last knight on the peninsula, riding a skinny horse, holding aloft his spear, and shouting to challenge the great windmill, Spain was breaking free from the feudal barriers, shackles and shackles, with religious expansionism as the main theme, full of ambition, and ambitiously raised the sails of Columbus high, out of Baros, out of the Mediterranean, out of the narrow Strait of Gibraltar, westward, to find the New World, to embark on the adventurous, exciting colonialism, the thorny path of capitalism; Columbus was ambitious, Magellan continued to open up... People know that the ground under their feet is actually a round ball, Spanish has become the official language of Latin America, the Indians have been plundered by them, and the endless gold, spices, and jewelry have rolled into the pockets of the Spanish royal family with the tide of the Atlantic Ocean, casting the glory of this old capitalist empire... A hundred years later, the fiasco of the Armada heralded the end of the era of Spanish maritime supremacy. Like a wounded cheetah, it crouched on the Iberian Peninsula in a corner of southern Europe, silently licking its wounds, and from then on it collapsed into a "second-class citizen" of the Western imperial family.
Today, in the historical process of European integration, Spain has turned a new page, with its unique and unique style, rich tourism resources, has become one of the key destinations of global tourism.
Spain is a country with two sides facing water. The Mediterranean Sea to the east and the Strait of Gibraltar to the south are geographically advantageous, although the latitude is not low, but the beautiful scenery and romantic style of the subtropical tropics are intoxicating and unforgettable. Choirs and organizing committees from various countries who come to participate in the International Choir Competition live in Calella. Here, although we do not raise the waves with the "water of the Nile", however, the warmth of the Mediterranean sea and the warm and warm and gentle "Spanish sunshine" have left us with a deep and beautiful impression.
Barcelona is a coastal city that runs along the Mediterranean coast, and the town of Calella is located on the Mediterranean sea northeast of Barcelona. Compared with Barcelona, it seems quaint and small, except for the hotels where we stay and a few houses along the street are new-style buildings, most of the buildings are old-fashioned, the streets are very narrow, all checkerboard roads, right angle bends, no asphalt pavement, all are dignified and generous road stones, all are ancient, simple, like an ancient piece of furniture, giving people a deep historical and cultural accumulation.
To the east of the town is the desirable Mediterranean Sea full of magical stories. The time difference between here and us is seven hours, and in fact there are about nine hours. At six o'clock in the morning, the biological clock woke us up. Afraid of alarming the sleeping town, we quietly went out and followed each other to the sea to explore the distant history. Sleeping in the sleepy town, quiet and serene, only to see a sanitation worker big brother silently cleaning the originally clean streets. Dim lights, softly poured over, sprinkled in the dreams of the town. Occasionally, early-walkers, or children, or women, or old people, gently came from the end of the alley, whispered greetings to us in English or Spanish, and then quietly disappeared at the end of the alley, showing more and more the mysterious, ancient and deep rhythm of life in the town.
In October, in the early hours of the morning of the Mediterranean, it was very docile, gentle, and a little naughty, like a child who had eaten enough and slept soundly in his mother's arms. In the faint night, quietly pushing up a shallow tide, faintly, a white line appeared in our line of sight, and when we were not paying attention, the waves "rushed to our feet", and when we jumped backwards in surprise, the tide had disappeared into the crystalline, tough, and clean sand.
The sky gradually brightened, a touch of fish belly white hung in the east, and the scenery of the town gradually became clear. Tall trees and cacti like hills stand on both sides of the wide and open coastal road, all kinds of strange flowers and plants spread to the sky, and the Mediterranean Sea is like a huge blue silk carpet, dancing in the morning sun, which is enchanting. People who eat breakfast come to the beach in pairs, some change into swimwear, plunge into the sea, swim freely, and play; some lie on the beach, cover their faces, and bask in the sun. On the surface of the sea, a variety of sails of different colors are often fluttering, and it is the surfers driving sailboats to fight in the waves.
The town is about fifty kilometres from Barcelona and has a comfortable and convenient metro connection to Barcelona. Take the metro from Calella and head south along the coast, all the way to the Mediterranean Sea, before you know it, you'll reach Barcelona. Compared with the style town of Caglia, Barcelona is an international metropolis with a different mind, taste and style. Stepping out of the subway, you'll be greeted by majestic squares shaded by tall trees, bustling crowds and busy sightseeing buses. In the square, a huge fountain sprayed the cool mist into the sky, bringing a hint of coolness to the people; the pigeons, as if there were some other unknown birds, followed the tourists, pecking at the food thrown by the people, and playing with the children. People from all over the world, like a colored river, flow slowly and unkemptly on the wide streets of the city. On both sides of the street, there are one after another businesses, in the middle of the street, and a street is carved out, just like our pedestrian street, night market, flanked by all kinds of small vendors, eating and drinking, all kinds of handicrafts, juggling and selling, stationery, flowers, writing and painting, etc., all kinds of things, dazzling, all-encompassing, attracting people's eyeballs, emptying people's pockets.
At the end of the street, there is Piazza Colon, and on the east side of the square, it is said that the Spanish Palace is the Spanish Palace, and in front of it is the pier. In the harbor, there are all kinds of sailboats that have fallen sails, luxurious cruise ships. According to Sai Zong, in Spain, private boats are a symbol of affluence. Many rich people buy a boat for their own play and entertainment. However, the cost of raising a boat is too high. It is often possible to afford a boat and not to raise a boat. In the clearings in the woods by the sea, young people perform lively and energetic street dances, and if tourists dance along, they will happily give you a yellow vest as a sign of friendship. Several of our choir's friends proudly show off their yellow vests.
In the afternoon, when we returned to Calella, we made a joke. The subway is all in Spanish, and no one recognizes it. A bus drove into the station, hula, and everyone rushed up. Just sat down, suddenly someone reminded everyone: where is this car going? Come down! Hula, everyone flocked down again. A few people who knew English went to inquire separately. The friendly Spaniard, taking out a map, pointing to the stop signs, and even saying with a comparison, told us which bus to go to Calella, the name of the terminal. Everyone suddenly joked with each other that no culture really kills people. Hey.
Spain, a distant, mysterious, beautiful, warm, friendly, polite, civilized country, goodbye, there may not be a chance to revisit in this life, but with this visit, this life is enough.
Statues of historical figures on the streets of Barcelona
Calella houses
Barcelona reality show
Barcelona Metro Station
Luxurious Barcelona
Gentle Mediterranean
Calella Station to Barcelona
The streets of Barcelona
Chinese hotel in Barcelona
Happy children on the streets of Barcelona
Spacious pedestrian street in Barcelona
Barcelona Mediterranean Marina
Clean quaint Calella town
Quiet and tranquil Calella early morning
Wide streets of Barcelona
Barcelona marina lined with private yachts
The streets of young people in Barcelona