Barcelona, Spain
I’m not sure how many times I’ve been to Barcelona, but I would guess would be somewhere in the mid 20s. Considering that I visit the place around twice a year and that I’ve been doing that for quite a while now (give or take a decade) that doesn’t seem to be too wild an estimate. You can say that I love the city to bits. I know my way around, I’ve got a pretty good feeling for orientation, I adore the Mediterranean sea, I love the small street of the Gothic District or the Raval or Barcelona, but can also appreciate the grander buildings in the Eixample, or the modern buildings in the Forum area. Shops, food, people, street life, night life, there really isn’t much that I don’t like about Barcelona and there aren’t too many obvious things that I’ve not done there.
Except Camp Nou. Except anything that has anything to do with FC Barcelona. Except anything football related.
To be honest, after all these visits to this city, I wasn’t even exactly sure where Camp Nou was and I looked it up as we were having breakfast in our hotel this morning. Having left the hotel after breakfast, we walked through parts of the Gothic area (El Gotic) and took a metro from Drassanes station up to Maria Cristina station in the north west of the city. From there it was just a short walk and before we knew it, in the distance, the shape of Camp Nou was getting clearer and clearer.
Camp Nou, and that cannot be stressed enough, is massive. The biggest football stadium in the Netherlands, the Amsterdam ArenA (home to Ajax football club) can hold around 50,000 people. Camp Nou can double that. This modern-day Colosseum has seats for 100,000 people. We bought Camp Nou (meaning New Camp) Experience tickets and walked through the stadium. From the higher level with its press boxes, to the ground level where you could actually nearly touch the holy grass of Camp Nou, and also the visitors’ locker room and Cup Gallery, you could see it all. Most impressive was the short walk from the locker room, past a chapel, to the gate that was the exit to the field – exactly the same walk that countless of hypertense and adrenaline fuelled football players must have walked over all these decades. Really special.
You see, I know nothing of football and even less of FC Barcelona. It was only from the prints on the overpriced T-shirts in the shop that I know they must have a player called Messi playing for them. I wouldn’t know how well they are doing, if they are playing European championships, or anything like that and – really – I don’t care. But the visit to Camp Nou was truly memorable. Why you would visit Rome and go the original Colosseum (which could seat 50,000 people) and not want to see Camp Nou, a modern day arena that holds twice that number, is beyond me… but still, after all these visits to the city this was only my first visit, I’m ashamed to admit.
The reason really has to do with the game of football itself. 22 filthy rich millionaires running after a ball for just an hour and a half per week don’t really deserve a lot of my sympathy, and when you have to pay 120 euros for a T-shirt that has the name Messi printed on it, well, that sort of turns my stomach as well. ‘Barcelona. Mès Que Un Club’ it says, spelled from the differently coloured seats on one side of the stadium. True, it’s not just a club (which is what the phrase means), it’s also an enormous marketing machine – and that is the less elegant side of it all. But having said all that, Camp Nou was truly impressive, and the guided tour was truly interesting. I was glad that my sister had agreed that I could come to Barcelona as well!
We returned to the city centre, again by metro, in the early afternoon and after a stroll down the Ramblas, Barcelona’s main tourist street, we took another metro down to the Sagrada Familia. We didn’t enter the construction site (which also doubles as an actual church) but walked around it and had a coffee in the park on the west side of the church. A wonderful building, to be completed by 2026 if all goes well. A metro ride took us back towards Barceloneta station and after a quick refresh in the hotel we headed out again for dinner on the Plaça Reial. After dinner we went back to the hotel, but I decided I hadn’t had quite enough yet of Barcelona so at around 8 in the evening I went out again and walked to Schilling, on Carrer de Ferran, for a couple of wines. It’s good to know your way in a foreign city! That was a great day in Barcelona!