he dicho ya que el 23 de juno seria sant juan, entonces estaba ayer. mientras esté otra vez capaz a escribir lo intentaré.

every two or three weeks people here need a good excuse to celebrate something. thursday 23th of june, it comes to enjoy St Juan. it is one of the shortest nights of the year and if there is one around people spent it at the beaches. all night long there is music, bonfires and fireworks at the coast and in the cities and the night is supposed to be magic.
fortunately i left the city with some friends and we woke through the night on on of the smaller beaches near castelfefels where we had a lovely party with some other people we met there but didn't have to cope with wast crowds and the disadvantages of there being such crowds. (watching your things all the time, being threatened by firework-throwing-party-people, not being able to move and a general loss of free space, screaming pakistanis selling beer, agua fria, cola light...)
to give a general summery of the night; i found myself like being in a baccadi-commercial on the beach. people were dancing around fires, having a midnight-swim in the warm and calm sea or jumping over the fire - it is said, it will bring luck. under the yellow-orange moon that was reflected by the water we danced, talked, dreamed trough the short night. this sounds quite a bit too perfect, but i swear it was like this, a bit too perfect. maybe some drinks and the like softened my view on things additionally.
little by little than the sun rose again and slowly temperatures conerted themselfes from cool over warm to hot, staying at level for the rest of the day.

... ok, looking forward to next st juan. esto que me gustaba montón. de verdad

... ach, und so langsam könnte die knallerei auch mal wieder aufhören, ist ja schlimmer als silvester in deutschland. ist schliesslich schon ein tag danach und nach 2 wochen böllergeschiesse, hab ich mich ein wenig sattgehört ...