By: Maria Climent Huguet
Maria Climent is a 26-year-old Catalan lady. After studying translation, she decided her life was odd enough to became a humor scriptwriter and by default, a blogger. This is how she’s now a mother of no one and a better person. She also likes to cook!
At the end of September, Barcelona celebrates La Mercè festivities in honor of the patron of the city. The actual holiday is on Sept 24th and the celebrations in city are planned for the days around this date. 2011’s date for the festivities is the 22nd until the 25th of September.
I was still in limbo about where to live, stuck on a few apartments in Barcelona, I made my final decision after a few days and had the most amazing time going to concerts, performances and all sorts of other events during La Mercè 2009. The most memorable concert wasThe Hives.
Unfortunately during the exciing festivities I also thought it was a grand idea (despite all my better judgement) to go on a date with a stranger.
Before I start telling you about this mishap of mine, I must inform you that I’ve never been on a date like this before. I’ve only been on dates with people I was in some sort of relationship with or already knew somehwhat well.
Anyways, I was at a concert with my roomate and a group of guys stopped us. I couldn’t really tell who, but one of them asked for my number. I’m usually very hesitant to give out my number and at that point I didn’t even have one yet, but I thought to myself “You are new in this city, just give it a try and see.” I was all about being more outgoing, so I decided to give him my email address. After having exchanged a couple of emails we decided to meet up for dinner and drinks the following week.
I was the first to arrive at the resturant, so I was nervous. I had no idea what this guy looked like. He eventually arrived and we ended up spending a really nice evening together, but I knew pretty fast that I wasn’t into him. This whole experience just confirms my thoughts about dating. It is one of the most awkward and unnatural social situations for me. It makes me so uncomfortable, but I guess it’s a good thing that I know what I want.
Thus, the morals of my story are: If you’re not convinced about doing something don’t do it and when you happen to stay in Barcelona apartments make sure you go to La Mercè if the dates match up, because it’s one of the coolest celebrations I’ve ever been to.