A victory over Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
We are sitting on the terrace of a café on the beach in Castelldefels, enjoying the sun. A warm breeze is blowing from the sea over the promenade, which is almost as wide as a...
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A spectacle on the knife's edge
Published: 16.10.2026
Flight
BER → BCN
Ryanair · Economy
Taxi
Barcelona-El Prat Airport → Campingplatz Estrella de Mar
Spain
Attraction
Castelldefels Beach
Castelldefels, Spain
The most important thing upfront: We are back to full strength! Last night, Icke arrived by plane from Berlin. She wanted to take a taxi to the Estrella de Mar campsite, but that sounded strange to me ... She hasn't flown in ten years and never alone. I knew that if the airport in Spain was as crazy as the streets of this metropolis, my sweetheart would be lost. I ordered a taxi to pick her up and surprise her.
My taxi driver was remarkably calm. We arrived at the airport exactly at 7 PM, right when Icke was supposed to land. Five minutes later, I was at the correct terminal – ten seconds later, we would have missed each other because Icke had already come through. We were lucky: Icke was desperately looking for an exit, and then she saw me.
There was total chaos at the airport. People everywhere. There was no chance of getting a taxi. But – I have to praise myself here – I had arranged with my taxi driver for her to wait for us. She had offered to turn off the meter during the wait. In all the commotion, I gave her my AirTag from my wallet to ensure I could track her and her taxi. However, that wasn't necessary – it was the only taxi still standing there ...
Now I have to quickly tell you about a unique experience at the beach in Castelldefels. Right in front of my beach bar was a table tennis table where four older gentlemen had arranged to play doubles. I hoped during the time I sipped my espresso to see a few perhaps not spectacular, but still worth watching rallies. I was waiting for the service. The four gentlemen were discussing the previous rally that must have taken place before my arrival. In the meantime, the server came and took my order. While I waited, the men who were rooted around the playing field laughed and joked, adjusted the net, and brushed their hands over the table. Then ... Finally, one of the men took the initiative and positioned himself for the serve. The ball flew – to be more precise, it floated – over the net; the man on the other side stretched out his arm, but unfortunately, it was half a meter too short, so he missed the ball. On the other side, cheers erupted as if Barcelona had just scored the 1-0 in stoppage time against Madrid. Meanwhile, my espresso had arrived and was almost cold. But I couldn't take my eyes off this spectacle on the knife's edge.
I didn't see a second rally, even though I had a second espresso. I even considered treating the four gentlemen to a coffee. I would have brought them the cups to the table ...
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