Words can barely describe it. Even watching the videos and looking through the hundreds of photos already on social media (what on earth did we do before smartphones) doesn’t do it justice. Raw, tribal emotion. A massive release of a potent mixture of pride, relief, sheer joy at having worked so, so hard for something and for it to finally all fall into place so unbelievably beautifully.
And the sweat. Jesus, we were all as drenched as if we’d fallen off the ferry in the night. Our wine-coloured shirts two shades darker and clinging to cooling shoulders.
But no matter, because our common cause, our colla, our town has been given a new status thanks to yesterday’s efforts. I can’t imagine any activity causing so much sheer emotion to pour out of so many people simultaneously.
I remember standing in the square in Vilafranca almost 18 years ago and seeing the plethora of green shirts emerge from the constructed, but collapsed, first ever 3de10fm and wondering at the joy on all those faces, the certainty of being part of something truly great. I get it now.
Yesterday’s 4de8 means a return, after 5 years of seven-ness, to ‘eight’ status for the Jove. We’re not a big colla by any means but yesterday we proved to ourselves, to the town, and to the rest of the castellers world that we can work and achieve our goals, and do it in style.
Oh yeah and this morning I got up and went for a run! To Can Robert and behind the station, past the Penya Espanyolista and round, a quick dive through Cap de la Vila (looking for all the world as if nothing special happened there yesterday), round past the train station, down to the Paseo and home through the Vinyet.
(Jewish merchants in Lombardy open the first bank; first Viking raids, by Danes on the Baltic coast)