5th-7th of July
The perennial under achievers, the fiesty little cousins of the power European footballing nations has finally managed to pull a rabbit out of their jugs of sangria and rallied to railroad the well oiled, (...urggh...just had an alarming vision of an oiled German football team in the change rooms), mannschaft. A very controlled display by the Spanish last night and they didn´t provide too many opporunities for the German side to get onto a roll and break from their lines quickly.
As for our viewing station, well the parents and I set up shop at the Temple Bar in the middle of the Barri Gotic, where else but an Irish bar to watch the Spanish trounce the Germans. Have got to say, have always wanted to be in a country as they make their way through to the finals of the World Cup and I kind of had the feeling months ago when I booked this little escapade that this might have been the result. Sometimes a plan just comes together. It´s kind of amusing to witness the euphoria after a win and then see it carefully translate into expectation and then tension right before the next team game.
For right now, there´s only one more game possible, the World Cup final on July 11th. It´s been 32 years since the last time two teams have met in a final that hadn´t won it previously - that was Argentina v. Holland back in 1978. From a neutral perspective I always love seeing a new country make the final, so for me this more than a treat....as for the experience, well, I have to say Vamos Espana. Here are a few shots from last night!
Checking out the game at the Temple Bar - Barri Gotic - Barcelona
Had to climb a lamp post to get the shot - even a short ass like me has ways!
´Get your World Cup final on!´ - Las Ramblas - Barcelona
Las Ramblas - Barcelona
Aside from catching the World Cup action last night we also managed to do a few typically touristy things the last few days, that´s after we´ve managed to get up and stumble around our apartment for a few hours. Not sure whether it´s the climate, the alcohol or some other combination of factors but usually we´re heading out the door sometime after noon. That´s still kind of valid, right?
The day before the night of the Spanish conquest we walked from our apartment on Carrer Ample to the Port Vell cable car. Swinging something like 75mtrs above the old harbour the cable car links Montjuic mountain to the beach of San Sebastia and the area of Barcelonetta. Without writing too much more today as I´ve got people to do, places to see, have added some shots taken from the cable car and the mountain...catch you all real soon :)
The beaches of Barcelona from the port cable car
The cable car over the port
View back into Barcelona from the cable car
View of the disco dildo (Torre Agbar) from the cable
Dad getting use to ´Barcelona style´ - Montjuic mountain
