Making history in Seville

We all woke up in Seville on a bus a little confused.... Andrew (our kidnap victim ) was probably wondering how he wakes up on a bus in a different country!! Anyway his worries soon disappeared when we reaasure him that he was in Seville to watch the world cup.

So we made it to Spain in time for the world cup. We teamed up wth some Canadian guys that we met on the bus and the five of us bought some vodka and juice and began festivities!! We are lucky to have been able to buy the vodka and juice because all shops were closed in preparation for the world cup. We asked some locals where the action was and they poited us in the direction of the main stadium. We didnt know where the stadium was but we followed our ears... yes thats right, Spanish fans were making that much noise that we found our way by noise. We got to the stadium and out the front was absolutechaos. People everywhere loud music and lots of cars. We lined up and used some red and yellow paint off some locals and covered ourselves in the Spanish coours. We were true Spanish fans now (or maybe we just looked like a bunch of kids that got overly excited with finger painting). But we hit a minor hickup when we got to the front of the line and the security tried to tell us that we couldnt take i out vodka and juice. What a joke!!! Luckily us girls are quick thinkers and Natalie told them in Spanish that we were severe diabetics and needed to keep our sugars up. They cant argue with that so we just walked right on in with our drinks and let the party begin!! Inside the stadium were thousands of Spanish flags. The stadium looked like a red and yellow human rug. Everyone was cheering, dancing and singing. The game was so suspensful and all he Spaniards were extremely animated at every near goal or yellow card or anything for that matter!! As the game drew on the suspense grew more and more. When Spain finally scored after lots of overtime, all hell broke loose!! There were tears, craziness, dancing, jumping on people and everyone went up in a roar with absolute craziness!! This was the first time in all of histoy that Spain had won the world cup, so every spaniard was beside themself. After lots of dancing and cheering we left the stadium with all the other locals and headed bac into the city. But our walk was interupted when we were crossing a bridge and all the local with al their adrenalin were jumping off this big bridge. Andrew and the canadians also thought they should join in so they all jumped off this bridge as well. Me and Natalie were happy to be watching from a distance plus im pretty sure that that water was sewage or something. We then headed on to find the big street after party. Again there were thousands of locas congrugated in a square, dancing, cheering and drumming. They were absolutely apeshit and fans were climbing up statues, trees and buildings. It was beyond belief at how wild a group of pople could ge just over a soccer game!!

You are the girsl from te paper

The next day we all met up again and we searched for some form of water in the desert of Seville. We looked high and low for a pool but there was nothing. So we settled for the next best thing... 2 euro beer and tapas. But this was no ordinary beer tapas which is normally a ham sandwich, this was a hot chorizo stw. It was so od that i think the whole meal was worth 5 euros rather than 2 euros. We were all very happy with this great find so we were happy to leave the bar and head back out into the desert of Seville. In our stay i Seville we ended up going back to this bar everyday to sample a diferent amazing tapas everytime. We all thought that we should nurture our world cup head aches in a park. we found a park... well what we thought was  park and headed in. But apparently parks in seville are desert as well. The park had a few nice trees but they had more dirt patches than anything. So at this point we give up and head back to the hostel to do as the locals do and siesta. Mind you the streets of Seville are so narrow and winding that it took us more than an hour to find our hostel in the aze of old terracotta houses. The city really does have an arabic feel to it. You can tell that it is close to Morocco because the architecture is very arabic with terracitta houses and mosaics all over the city. When we arrived back at the hostel some guy was staring at me and Natalie. He approached us and said "you are the girls in the paper". We were really confused  and thought this guy should lay off the shabs. But he insisted that he recognised us from the Spanish paper and said there was a photo of us from the world cup festivities. My only question is how this guy is reading a paper and looks at a photo for that long that he can recognise us off the street. Also why would they choose to put a photo of the 2 most unspanish looking people in the whole of Sevile in the newspaper?? Anyway we thought it was pretty entertaining that we seem to make an impression everywhere we go... THE CYCLONES!! But the cyclones were leaving Seville and were heading off to wipe out the town of Granada.

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