Summer is coming and with it the days of rest. I write days because it is becoming less and less common to add up an entire month of holidays and disconnection. So the Book selection must be more careful. Also because the leisure offer is increasingly broader. That we are not going to encapsulate ourselves in the reading as unique recreational toolThe truth is that, between gastronomy, summer festivals, television series, some cinema and routes to walls and castles, a typical gazetteer on the road, what seems like many days is reduced to a minimum. That an hour of entertainment is shorter than boredom.
Not to take time away from reading, but a summer with good festivals is a good summer. The list is suggestive. There is no corner of Spain, there is no corner of Europe, where there is not a good relationship of concerts or theatrical proposals. The one closest to my youth is Barcelona Greek Festivalbut also the Botanical Nights in Madrid, or the FIB in Benicàssim, or the Arenal Sound in Burriana -the relationship in the Levante is long-, or the Mallorca Live Festival, which is like a prelude to ferragosto, or a long etcetera of a summer repertoire.
In Europe, for theater lovers, I recommend the Avignon festival or that of Edinburgh in Scotland, somewhat broader in genres. And, of course, in Germany, the Bayreuther, that Wagnerian madness that should be mandatory to go through, and call me a snob. After a Nibelung immersion, one comes out new.
Each of these festivals has its own particularity. Those unique details remain lodged in memory, and those experiences become absolutely irreplaceable. mine is in the Greek Theatre, an open-air theater space in the middle of Montjuïc mountain. The area is full of cats that meow at unexpected moments. It’s part of the show.
