This is the final day of the street theatre series, but I’m ending it on a high note. Some of these photos are my favorite from the entire month that I spent in Spain.
Elisa and I met up at the Moyua metro station once more. I didn’t have a watch or a euro friendly phone so we would discuss a time and meeting place ahead of time (just like the good old days!) Anyway, the sun was only an hour from sunset by the time we arrived. There seemed to be a crowd forming by the entrance to the metro, so we did what any foreigners would do: wait for exciting things to happen with cameras in hand.
Suddenly, a man dressed in a fancy suit with his head held high strolled towards us. He seemed to walk towards us from no where at all, but after the first few gasps I turned my head in time to see him approach. It was like watching a ghost. He ignored everyone around him and strolled ever so slowly towards the mouth of the street. Finally, in the distance, we heard it.
A bus with beams of light and heavy metal music rolled down the street just as deliberately as the butler. By the time it finally reached the crowd neither of us knew what to think. Blue men dressed in eccentric suits poured from the bus and started rolling barrels down the road.
They lit things on fire and climbed historic buildings. Older folks behind me muttered angry things about it under their breath, while anyone under 60 raced down the street to follow the blue parade that ensued.
This is a man climbing the gate of a government building. The older folks definitely didn’t like that part.
The procession continued for about 10 blocks all the way to el Casco Viejo, the old quarters of the city.
At this point Elisa and I had separated accidentally from weaving through the crowds too recklessly. She knew I would be fine and I knew she was more than capable to getting home, so at this point I sprinted across the bridge over La Ría to join a forming crowd at the end of the path. There were dozens of barrels stacked high, an old American police car, and plenty of smoke machines. A blue man appeared and started lighting his flares. The lighting was too perfect, and this shot of a fellow wanderer turned out quite well thanks to my little blue pyromaniac friend.
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