Football Match....No Real Football....Not the Silly American Kind

Today, Barcelona was catching up with us. Yes, yes, yes....it was self inflicted, but it does not mean we can not whine about it. When we did get around to moving....we went to the beach. To be honest, the weather was not excatly ideal, but it was our last day to do it before chilly Berlin. The waves at the beach were incredible. The surfers were out and it was worth the chill to watch them. We did happen to meet a guy from Arizona. Really nice guy that had just finished travelling Greece. He told us about being stuck in the airport for hours because all transport was on strike. As well, he warned us about the riots and advised us not to go there till things calm down. Sounds like things are getting worse. However, it was his first day in Barcelona...and he told us he was already spending to much money. You know why? Remeber that scam with the ball and the box I told you about? He did that. Canada 3, America 0.

It was a long chilly walk home from the beach. We had heard about the football match that was taking place in Barcelona. As you can imagine football (soccer as we call it in North America) is incrediably popular around here. We thought about buying tickets to see it live, but we were really quite drained. Instead we headed to a local pub to watch the game and get a bite to eat. The match was pretty exciting. Probably would have been cooler to see it in person...o well.

We happened to be sitting with two older gentleman from Ireland. They explained the game to us, and that Messi the lead for Barcelona was the best in the world. They also tried to recruit us to Ireland. Really, they should be the spokesmen for it....makes you reconsider Brighton, o except for the fact we wouldnt be able to find work. 14.5% unemployment is pretty high. They were also kind enough to tell us about the Rugby World Cup semi finals, which would be at the same pub the next morning. We agreed to go.