The commercial reaches of that which was once known as a holy day on the Christian calendar appear to have no bounds. Walking through ANY part of Barcelona as Christmas approaches reminds me of Times Square in New York City – florescent lights defying the night’s darkness and Jolly old Papa Noel bellowing “Ho ho ho! Feliz Navidad” to passers-by on the street. Don’t get me wrong: I love the festivities. But I thought Spain might be different. There are the subtle differences: like the fact that children don’t traditionally receive their presents on Christmas Day; they have to wait until Jan 6 – Día de los Reyes (Day of the Kings). And I think Papa Noel and Santa Claus are supposed to be different people although they look remarkably similar. Plus half of the music that’s piped through the streets is in Spanish (the other half is in English). And as Christmas grows nearer and nearer the streets become more and more crowded with tourists (as if they weren’t already).