Mom and I are in the hotel room, watching the World Cup. I've never watched soccer/football/futbol before, but how can you be in Barcelona without watching Spain in its first World Cup final ever? Now where did I put my vuvuzela?
The city did go absolutely crazy, although I didn't see the huge throngs of people I expected. Then again, we're in a more touristy part of the city, so I suspect the more residential area saw more partying in the streets. There were fireworks, and cheering, and horns honking, it was great!
As expected, there was much yelling and horn-honking and fireworks and general celebrating when Spain won last night. In fact, I wasn't in front of a TV when the winning goal was kicked (Gary arrived at the hotel and Mom and I had already hung in for nearly 100 minutes), but we could tell from the roar that went up outside what the outcome was. :-)
Oh it would be fun to be there, but I have to say I think Seattle is the envy of the world with our near perfect temps right now, I am not even bitching and that is saying something. Stephen is due soon and so not sure if another post will happen until tomorrow.
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