Barcelona vs Manchester United

Once, we found our hotel and bought a couple bottles of wine (we are irish after all), we went to Las Ramblas ( a major pedestrian street in Barcelona) to people watch. Then, the floods of people started cascading down the street cloaked in Barcelona FC (football club-soccer) paraphenalia. Apparently last night was the league championship in Rome against Manchester United. This explained why mom thought she saw the soccer team waiting in the airport. It was not the soccer team, just crazed fans. And, when I mean crazed fans, I mean St.X/ Trinity fans on game day. Crazed fans. It was very cool to see all these people parading down Las Ramblas with their horns, and hand-made trohpies. We later learned that at the waterfront, bottom of Las Ramblas, a huge TV was being set up for people to watch the game. We thought playing cornhole in a parking lot was tailgating- these people do it much better (in my opinion). They crowd the streets and play on the piers. I love how the concept is still the same in every country: ¨Come on men, lets dress up, get drunk, and yell at a TV, in public. YEAH!¨ Barcelona did end up winning, so the shouting in the streets continued for many hours after the game. It was exciting, and yet another cultural experience to fill my long list.