Barcelona Day 9: La Clandestina

ohhh, boy. I have found the perfect spot. We're sitting in a cafe/juice bar that is wearing out the Radiohead Kid A EP. Not too many places would do that. Anyways, I will recap yesterday for you folks, and a little later, if it be God's will, I will lay out the events of today. Let's look back:

So Sunday belongs to God, so we did some bible studying, communion(unleaven bread brought to you homemade via mrs. robinson)...we went out, and tried to find some WiFi...the struggle is very hard in this city. We hit a bufet(spelled correctly for the Europeans) ONLY because it promised WiFi...and since they don't really speak Spanish here, they speak Castinlian instead, it is not that easy to communicate sometimes. They did not accomidate us, so we left, and did some roaming, and a giantic power nap before the game. So, this would also be a good time to let you know that we had our clocks totally wrong. yeah, apparently we missed the time change process here in Spain, and have been one hour ahead of everything. whoops. so, we were a whole hour early for the game. we got in there, and were amazed at how there were not that many folks to see FC Barcelona. They are such a good team, and Futbol is totally nutty over here. So after we skated on easy street on the metro, through crowds and to our seats, we began to notice that our watch did not match the game clock. we were almost 2 hrs early for the event. sat around, and made the attached videos. The game was unexpressably awesome. It topped any and all profession and college events we've ever been to(yes, that does include the 2004 world sumo wrestling championships). We tried to participate with the random chanting and made sure that we never clapped out of excitement unless we consulted with the old folks we were sitting with first(there is no need to get beat up because you make a wrong move at a futbol game. just ask clint powell in our little innocent at a bar in london 7 years ago when we "accidentally" cheered for liverpool...no joke kids...these folks don't play when it comes to futbol) after the game we were completely drained. we walked almost 2 miles to find a metro that was not complete packed, or that the line to get down into the metro did not stretch the length of the sidewalk. as we were on the metro, kim played the 'this metro is way too packed for you to fit on here' card at every stop. which meant, that everytime it made a stop, she would press her entire face and body against the glass like we could not move(this made folks think they could not fit!). it was not that far of an exaggeration though. we were so hungry, that we stopped at a spot and payed 20 some euro (30 american dollars!!) for two personal pizzas. that's just nutty...man, we were so hungry, that it did not even matter. NO TIP! back home, old episodes of THE OFFICE...and back to sleep...(the videos promised above too way to long to load...WIFI here stinks)