John T.
Yelp
It *is* magic.
I stumbled on to the fountain. I didn't know it was here. I came to Montjuic for the park/stadium/flowers/pictures. It was only after I ran in to some tourists along the way that I discovered my good fortune of being here on a night and a season that has the fountain show (Saturday in the fall). And best of all, it was a free show. Now, I keep bringing up the free thing because tickets, tours and costs are all real things to encounter in Barcelona. Know it and plan accordingly. Don't spend all of your money on food and booze. Allocate some of it (and a bunch of time; the lines are no joke and 'in season' appears to be 3/4 of the calendar year) to seeing the sites. Finding places that add to your journey without taking anything from your wallet is a boon. Jus' sayin'.
I'm also sayin' to prepare to come early. Free + incredible show + tourist destination = throngs of humanity. I finished up my march through the park about two hours before the show started. I walked down from the museum (those steps offer some awesome pictures) and into the plaza (past the fountain) to buy a juice and ice cream (#priorities). Prior to buying the goodies I used the little boys room. I'm not telling you this to overshare. I'm letting you know to get all your affairs in order because you're not moving for a while. Bladder empty and hands full of sweets, I made my way to the second set of stairs (in front of the columns) and plopped down to get a seat. At the time I did so, there weren't many people sitting. In 45 minutes or so, though, there were people everywhere and none had a better view than yours truly. The show starts around 7 (little past dusk) and it begins with a troupe of acrobats from Morocco. I was really impressed with their athleticism and dance moves... and shamed by their cut physiques (made even worse as I ate ALL the ice cream). Judging by all the fainting cougars around me, they did their job and got the crowd revved up. After their show, they walk around for tips. Give them something. It's tough out there in these streets and they provide and entertaining service. After they packed up and I realized that I left my visible abs behind in Florida, the real deal starts. The first spray comes up from the fountain and the lights begin their dazzling dance. It sounds so simple but it's truly captivating. I felt like a little kid watching Fantasia (the Disney movie from the '40s, not everyone's favorite hottest of messes from American Idol) for the first time. I loved every minute of it and so did the crowd. Rather than trying to skip out early, butts were firmly planted to concrete for the duration of the show. After the show ended, a most curious and wonderful thing happened: people began to file out but we did so in a concerted mass, with high spirits, great lighting and electricity in the air. As we walked en masse to the subway/street/cars and through the Square, I couldn't help but be grateful for being present in that moment. Crowds can be wonderful or incredibly stressful. Following the show, I felt elated. I, and others, engaged in chit chat as we walked. I took in the sights and sounds. I took pictures. I stopped in to a food fest that was happening downstream from the fountain. I stopped walking and just took in the fact that I was in Barcelona and just witnessed magic.
Fantasia, indeed.