In 2011 I moved to Madrid, Spain. I was working in the capital city and studying a Master degree in Spanish. Along the way I tasted local cuisine, attended cultural festivals, traveled the European continent, became a public transport expert, met a ton of international characters, learned to speak a new language, and laughed more than I thought possible at the life of a blonde expat in Spain. And most excitingly of all, I fell for a Spaniard, got married, and moved back abroad to England.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Spain is home to, well, some of the world’s best soccer teams. You might have heard of our home team, Real Madrid. Crowds flood in from all over the city to the sacred Santiago Bernabeu stadium. This monstrous stadium holds 85,454 of some of the world’s loudest and most faithful futbol followers. Every gameday, the Real fans in my classrooms would sport their Cristiano and Casillas* jerseys. All the Barca (Barcelona) kids would give them a hard time about how they’ve beaten Real multiple times in this year’s “El Clásico” matchups. -àFor more info about “El Clásico” click here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_Cl%C3%A1sicoThe students would ask me if I liked Real Madrid or Barca, and when I always responded Real, half the class would cheer and the other gave me dirty looks. Easy way to make enemies in Spain- be a Barca fan in Madrid or vice versa.So as I am very team spirited, of course I had to check out the action in the Bernabeu. Here are some shots. *Cristiano Ronaldo #7, Iker Casillas goalkeeper