So 5 euros for the week and we were on our way:
We got to the hostel, unloaded, and went out to explore and eat. Would up at a pizza place that I wasn't to thrilled about, and it turned into an amazing dinner. In the process Alicia went to get money out of the bank and the ATM went all hungry hungry hippo on her card so she was left with only a credit card for the trip.
The next day we went off on our bicicletes (that's spanish for bikes) and Seattle weather decided it wanted to come too. We probably rode around for a good hour in the pouring rain and it was one of the best parts of my day. We finally arrived at the FC Sevilla soccer stadium and mall just as the rain was letting up.
As we walked to the gate we encountered yet another type of Hustler found in Spain....the ticket hustler. This old dude spotted us as we're walking and had a SUPER good deal on tickets. 150 eruo seats for 75! We said no and they immediately dropped to 50 euro...sketch. So while this is all in spanish, and the guy pulls out his tickets and shows what could possibly be real tickets, I'm just sitting back not really trying to drop 50 euro for a ticket. The hustler says u won't get any tickets for 50 so we go up to the window and ask and they give us 5 seats, together for 50 a pop. The hustler is ballsy and pulls us away from the window when we're trying to get our tickets, but we were just trying to get the sure thing. Especially cuz there were another 50 or so people in line but he was only targeting us....sketch ball. We got our tickets and the dude reached for em' trying to show us how we got a bad section or something but we weren't havin it so we bounced and the dude yelled some Spanish insults at me that ironically were the same as on a shirt we found at the mall 20 minutes later:
It means bad boy....I think i was more disappointed in the calibur of insults in Spain rather than offended. The game was legit and our seats had a great view. We moved down at the half and got better seats and Sevilla won so it was pretty legit. My boy Joe yelled at the opposing team in spanish and got an ovation from a bunch of old Spanish dudes, also pretty legit.
Everyone got McDonald's after, but I only had one thing on my mind....Chicken. I had seen a KFC the night before right after we ate at the Pizza spot. I left my crew and ventured out to find it again, luckily my nose lead me straight there. Needless to say the only thing that can make a great day greater is chicken of the fried variety.
This KFC didn't have any popcorn chicken but it was a double decker with a balcony up top and upscale decor. Overall I was satisfied and the original recipe is consistent from country to country.
Sunday was an exploration day and we just cruised through the city catching the sites. Unfortunately I didn't bring my student card so I couldn't get in most places, but still a fun day.
Everyone left around 1 to go back to Granada but my flight for Paris was at 9 am the next day. I wasn't gonna waste money on another night in the hostel so I found an Irish Pup that had the football games on and watched the playoffs until 430 am. Then it was a nice bike ride to the airport where I slept awkwardly across the rows of seats until my boarding time came for Paris!
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