Friday, April 29, 2011

Día Diez: Sevilla.

Sunday, we made sure to get up earlier than we had the day before. We had our breakfast at the hotel and then my dad left to pick up our tickets for the futbol game we were going to that night. About a half hour after my dad left, my mom and I left to meet him at Sevilla’s Plaza España, hoping this time things would work out better than the last. The Plaza España in Sevilla is really impressive. It’s huge and pretty and very detailed. The plaza is also surrounded by parks, making it even prettier. Luckily, we had no problems meeting my dad this time and when he showed up, we started exploring the plaza. We walked around taking photos and checked out the representations of all the main Spanish cities around the plaza. After that, we strolled through the park, exploring some more before going to the Alcázar Palace. We explored the palace and spent about an hour and half there. It was a gorgeous palace, with an enormous courtyard in the middle, and it was really nice just walking through it. After that, we grabbed a quick dinner at a restaurant near our hotel before going back to the hotel to get ready for the game. We ran into a minor complication, however. My dad was looking over the tickets and realized we had six tickets when we obviously only needed three. Apparently there was a promotion going on where if you buy a ticket, you get one free. Well of course we didn’t want to just waste three perfectly good tickets, so I quickly went to the Eau Claire Valladolid Study Abroad facebook page and posted something, hoping someone would happen to be traveling in Sevilla at the same time. Much to my surprise, I got a reply from a girl in our program named Kristina! She and her mom were in Sevilla so we met up with them and watched the game with them. Kristina is actually a soccer player so it worked out perfectly! The game was insane! It was Sevilla against Villarreal and these fans were absolutely crazy. I was expecting it to be much crazier than American games, already having known how important soccer is to these people, but I wasn’t expecting this much. There was a section of really rowdy fans who sang and shouted literally the whole game. If something bad happened, they would scream, cursing whoever did whatever wrong. We actually heard a chant, shouted by everyone, saying “mother fucker,” in Spanish. Completely crazy. I was actually really worried about what would happen if Sevilla lost, but luckily, they won the game 3-2 and everyone was happy. That was quite the experience. I’m so glad I got to see it though. It was actually a lot of fun. On the way back, I got some ice cream and was very disappointed by how bad it tasted next to gelato. It might take me a while to get over the fact that I can’t have real gelato anymore. Once we got back, we quickly hit the sack, exhausted.

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