The most interesting part about Super Bowl Sunday is that it doesn’t actually begin in Spain until Monday, due to the time difference. As most of my American readers know, kickoff was at 6:30pm EST, which means that it was approximately 00:30 Spain time. Well this presented no obstacle to the hundred of dedicated football fans (or study abroad students who enjoy any excuse to go out on a Sunday) with whom I watched the game last night. I myself am not sure in which category I belong.
Anyway, there was an event put together by We Love Spain, an organization that plans events for/exploits Americans. This time the deal was ten euros to get into the bar, and unlimited beers and popcorn after kickoff. Oh, and how can I forget the all American hot-dogs that went around at half time? In retrospect, it was not such a bad deal. The beers were the size of the Dixie cups I used to brush my teeth when I was younger BUT there was no limit on how many you could get at a time. So all in all I have to say thank you to We Love Spain for helping me come together with my compatriots to celebrate our American-ness by stuffing our faces and watching football.
The game did not end until very late in the morning, approximately 4 AM, on a work night. Needless to say, I did not make it in to work today. However, thanks to my three day a week schedule, I can easily make up this lost day.
So even though the bar was crowded and there was beer and popcorn all over the floor, it was nice to feel like I was back in the good old US of A for a few hours. And of course it was nice to see the Giants win!
Apparently, Americans out watching the super bowl were the only people out at 4:30 AM on this Monday morning. Ergo, Sevilla decided there was no need for taxis at this specific hour. So instead of hopping into the comfort of a taxi after standing on my feet for 5 hours, I had to walk home (a 40 minute walk!) with my roommates. I also lost track of my jacket for a significant portion of the night and when I picked it up to leave it was drenched with beer. So not only was I walking, I was walking in cold weather with a beer soaked jacket.
And I have to say, it was a great night! Love ya USA!
