Wow. Spain is once again victorious and the city of Barcelona beings toshudder under the weight of immense parties and fan support. It was a night to behold, and probably will be dwarfed only by what could happen Sunday if Spain wins it all (and I hope they do).
The day started out pretty low-key. In fact, it started out pretty poorly. I was dragging most of the day, causing both my teachers to ask if I was ok. I hadn't slept well the night before, so my brain was fried. Try speaking a foreign language when you can't think straight. It's casi imposible. I was falling asleep most of the day and extremely irritable, which caused me to be short.
What made matters worse, is....well, here is the story. So, the five teachers went for a walk down to Plaza Cataluyna. At this point in our friendship, most of us have dropped the "let's try
to speak Spanish all the time" gig and have reverted back to our natural forms. Well, all of us except Valentina, the adorable Italian girl who've we come to know and love. She, instead of Speaking with an awesome Italian accent, speaks in an Irish brogue, which is just super. Anyways, there we were, sitting in the Plaza, enjoying lunch when Kat asked me the most peculiar of questions, "Can you take a picture of me feeding the birds?" to which I replied "Umm...why?" I begrudgingly agreed. Mistake #1. She asked me again after lunch, and said that
I would indeed do it.
So, I stepped out into the plaza and waited while Kat fed the stupid birds, her stupid crackers. "Alright, Kat. It's getting gross out here. I hate birds" I said to her as I was trapped in what seemed to be a scene out of
an Alfred Hitchcock movie. Just then I felt the warm and piercing sensation on my hand. A bird had just taken a poop on my hand. Irrational and grossed out, I screamed like a woman, flung my hand and dropped Kat's camera. Just then, Valentina and Laura both exclaimed that they too had been victimized. Once recovering her camera, Kat proceeded to laugh the entire way back to school, joining in with Valentina that my scream was what made the experience. I couldn't believe it.
Anyway, we made it back to school. I chased Kat up the stairs trying to touch her with my "poop-hand". We sat through class once more and then headed back to rest before the big game.
Then it was time. Kat, Valentina, Laura and I headed to the streets in search of a bar in which to watch the game. Just like the Virgin Mary on what would later become Christmas Eve, we found that all the Inn's were full (I did in fact make that reference). We then encountered a trio of New Zealand folks that we invited into our United Nations posse and finally found a bar. Matt, Damian and Edward. We all quipped about the funny things Americans say, taught the Kiwis some Spanish (which they repeated ad-naseum...see title) and watched in awe as Spain won.
We took to the streets and found celebrations everywhere. We cheered along with the Spaniards, took photos and continued to the next bar with the Kiwis. We sat around, made fun of each other's cultures (all in good fun of course) and I taught them the pinball and the awkward peacock. You can view this video on my facebook wall, and I'll post it next time. It was hysterical.
We then took to the streets again to celebrate and found the huge party. Water was being dumped from the balconies, clothes were coming off, the street was littered with beer cans and people were screaming and celebrating. We viewed and participated and then left. We dropped the New Zealand boys off at their station and wished them well.
It was an awesome night, one which I will never forget and truly made me so happy to be here with so many awesome opportunities. I will blog about today tomorrow morning, but for now, I'm off to sleep to catch up on the jet lag.
Until next time
~Scott
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