Beachiness, festivaling, footsoccerball, and the nature of light and matter

Last weekend was quite busy. We had Friday off as a holiday, so we did a ton of stuff. I think I am recalling things in the right order, but I may be wrong. We kicked things off by going to the beach.
This is actually a picture from a previous beach trip, but I didn't bring my camera this last time. Several times, the public address system informed us to use caution while swimming because of jellyfish in the area. We still went swimming because the warning was only a yellow flag, whatever that means. I saw no jellyfish.

The next day we went to the Joan Miró museum. Miró is a well-known Catalan painter. His most famous work is supposedly the mural El Segador (The Reaper), a work so famous that I cannot find its image on the Internet. He also painted "Man and woman in front of a pile of excrement." I was tempted to buy the poster, but I restrained myself.

The museum also had a temporary exhibit by Olafur Eliasson, an artist from Copenhagen. He does a lot of interesting things with lights, mirrors, and angles.
I enjoyed that part of the museum much more than the rest of it.

After the museum, we walked up a giant hill to check out an old castle. We walked because we determined the telefèricos (cable cars) were too expensive.The castle at the top was fairly interesting, though I'm not sure if it was really worth the walk. We did take a break at the top to eat giant amounts of pasta from the restaurant in the castle. We also wanted to rest up for the walk down.
That is Rowan's hat I'm wearing, in case you were wondering. I was nice and let her sit in the shade.

We eventually went home and rested for awhile. That evening was the first night of Festa de Gràcia, an annual festival where different neighborhoods decorate their streets in competition with one another.Each street chooses a theme, such as "Butterflies," "Under the sea," or "The Smurfs."Some of the themes were a little difficult to determine.Other themes just seemed odd for a festival. For example, one street decorated with the theme "No Nukes." To me, that doesn't seem to scream "PARTY!" but it was possibly the most crowded street.

The next night, we went to see a soccer game, or, as they call it in the rest of the world, a "football match," between F.C. Barcelona and C.A. Boca Juniors from Argentina. Tickets were pretty pricey, but we had a good time.

In soccer, they play two 45-minute halves where the clock does not stop for anything. Any additional time from penalties is then tacked on to the end of the game. Barcelona was down 0-1 going into the penalty time, but somehow managed two score two goals (both on headers!) to pull out the win in the penalty.

The game was part of a charity tournament, so we have a suspicion that the outcome was rigged. Still, the game was exciting and the crowd was boisterous. The people in the level above us were stomping and jumping so much that the concrete overhang was swaying by more than a foot. We actually wondered if the stadium would collapse. Obviously, it didn't.

I think we slept until about 1 pm the next day. After such a weekend, we needed it.