It’s curious how, being that I had never been to Barcelona, I’ve made three trips there in less than a year, all of them to attend to metal concerts. But even more curious is that none of those three times I’ve managed to go with a perfect health.
On the first trip, we went to see Avatar, we both had a flu and were taking antibiotics. To top it off the weather was horrible with cold, wind and rain.
The second trip, which we went to see Nightwish, I had the misfortune that coincided with one of those moments in which my left wrist decides to make my life impossible. I remember spending the entire trip squeezing my wristband and at the concert, fearing if someone would hit it.
And in this last one, we were going to see Powerwolf, I went with the worst flu of the year. No need to say that I came back even worse than I left, with a sore throat, an ear pain and without a voice.
I couldn’t tell if it’s a simple matter of bad luck or if someone has given me the evil eye… let’s see what happens the next time.