Those summer weekends when I just lack of plans, my best thing to do in Barcelona is going to the Tibidabo, the closest thing we have to an amusement park. It isn’t a technologically sophisticated and ultramodern one, but an old style kind, close to the ones you can find in California, like Santa Cruz or Santa Monica, but in a Spanish style. Without hot dogs and caramel popcorn, but with cañas and tapas. It’s not in front of the sea but close to heaven.
The perfect route on a lazy Saturday starts on the Tranvia blau. An historic tramway you can grab if you’re not in a hurry and you want to enjoy the rise of one of the two hills that surround the city. Once up in the mount, which gives name to the park, the tram turns into a cable car beautifully customized with local graffitis and practically hidden by nature.
But let me tell you that first we must stop for a drink (a cocktail or is it too soon?) at a bar named Mirablau: it has the most amazing view over Barcelona. From there you can see all the emblematic places of the city; the port, the Sagrada Familia, the Parc Guell and even the Camp Nou!
Almost as incredible as the view you can enjoy in some of the attractions of the Tibidabo. The whole point of the funfair thing here isn’t the rush of a rollercoaster (which… by the way… you’re not going to find, this is not Six Flags) but maybe the fear of heights… particularly when it comes to Atalaia. A legendary attraction made by two opposite giant baskets similar to the ones of an aerostatic balloon which slowly spins like the hour hand on a clock.
Eventually the one that I like the most is the big wheel, so quiet, calm and even romantic… In these days where it seems like only thrilling sensations can make us feel alive, the most extraordinary thing to do is relaxing. And Tibidabo is all about that. All about forgetting stress, all about perspective, and all about remembering the good times.
Especially when the sun goes down…