Futbol>Football

This past Sunday, Superbowl Sunday to those of you in the States, I went on a day trip to a nearby city, A Coruna. For lack of a way to watch the Superbowl, we decided to celebrate by going to Spain's favorite pastime, a futbol game!
The trip was very fun, but was doomed to chaos from the beginning, as it was planned by the boys in the group. The plan was such: "OKAY. Let's get drunk and watch futbol! Then, let's drink some more after!" It shouldn't surprise anybody that two Irish boys were behind this brilliant strategy.
As result of rather beer focused planning, the day was off to a rough start. We literally ran to the train station, 40's sloshing in our hands, darting across multiple lanes of traffic to get to the train just in time to have the conductor slam on the breaks, as it was already in motion. We were THAT group of foreigners on the train, yelling from row to row, hiding beer from the attendants. For my mother's sake, I would like to note I did not begin drinking substantially until the game. Manners first, fun second.

The actual game was really fun, if somewhat male dominated. Fortunately, Spanish people are so passionate about their futbol, that nobody noticed the confused, easily targeted American girls complaining about the lack of soap and toilet paper in the primitive bathrooms. I learned many new and interesting curse word combinations, in multiple languages. Irish people are both creative and enthusiastic in their usage of cuss words.

The team my roommate, Juan, told me to root for, won, to the stadium's pleasure. Even if you know nothing about futbol, you can follow the game easily based on the crowd's reactions. It's a caliber of involvement I've never seen in the US, even when Bryan watches close baseball games.

Look how close we were seated! It was nice to be underneath cover, as it ALWAYS rains in the Galicia, the region where I am living.

I am sad I missed out on Superbowl commercials, but not so disappointed that I didn't have to fake interest in who won. Go Steelers?

This Thursday will be the official month mark for me being out of the country. Weird, but after looking at my calendar, I am realizing just how fast this whole experience is going to disappear. London in 2 weeks!