Fouth of July conjures up images of Deer in grassy fields telling God to bless america, people of all ethnicities being brought together to stuff their faces with incredible amounts of hot dogs, and oversized children trying to chose the lucky duck (at least on google). In stark contrast, the National Day of Catalunya made me think there was about to be a Civil War in Spain. As I was walking down the street, I saw tons of people calling for rebellion. Later that night, we went to a concert where we saw some of the most amazing cultural dances and heard Catalan music that was unbelievable. Some of the dancers were wearing the colors of Catalunya and were up on stilts swinging fire sticks to the beat of about 15 different drums. The Catalans have a different type of pride here. It's one full of energy, rhythm, and life, and is much different than any national celebration I have been to in the states. 
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