Even before we reached the race track, I could feel the energy in the train ride and the excitement vibrating through the crowds as the air grew thicker and hotter in Barcelona's sun... this was the beginning of the weekend that many people traveled to Barcelona for, to support their driver, their country and to show the world that the Spanish really know how to rock the show.
It was an exciting change to be part of that mass of people, that mass that had to walk the 3 miles (possibly even more) from the train station to the circuit, that mass that passed through all the bakery stands selling crusty baguettes filled with local cheese and salami, freshly mixed sangria and of course all the souvenirs that one could possibly think of.
For those who dont know, my only experience with the Grand Prix is working at it.. which is a whole different level excitment - I've mingled with the rich and famous right at the finishing line, across from the pits but I was also stuck in a little box for 10-12 hours/day so being able to be not only one of the 'fans', but one of the loud, vibrant and energetic Spanish fans was a real treat.
It got so hot during those 2 days were there, that the crowd stripped down to not much more than their swimsuits - and the queue for the men's (i wont even go to the ladies) was longer than I've ever seen a men's bathroom line before!
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