Walking home through the streets of Barcelona is a treat in itself. Stumbling upon a jazz quartet from Southern Spain… added bonus.
An inquiry in poor Spanish riddled with mispronunciation and poor conjugation led us to an open invitation on the stone steps of a gothic cathedral for an impromptu concert. A man in a yellow turban lurked around selling cheap beer for a couple euros, and a homeless man muttered incomprehensible Catalan in the corner. A few Barceloneon teens chit-chatted behind us as we found front row seats to the 4:00 a.m. musical soiree.
Despite the language barrier, we made quick friends with the amiable young men. A drink offering got us in the good graces of the melodica player and with the pop of a tin can, the accidental sputter of beer and a “Chin Chin” the band quickly resembled old friends.
Enjoy a little glimpse into one of my favorite moments from a recent trip to Barcelona, Spain.
In a rather shoddy video, you can hear one of the trumpet player’s solos: CLICK HERE.
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