Two weeks ago, we went to the Champions League game--Valencia vs. Schalke (Germany) at the Valencian stadium, Mestalla. The game was intense. We scored a goal during the first half, and they scored one during the second half ending it with a tie. The people around us were kind of skeptical at first since we were all speaking English, but after my friend Agata spouted off reasons in Spainsh of why futbol in Spain is better than in the United States, they loved us. One interesting thing I noticed that is a lot different from what we do back home is that here, they whistle instead of booing. Normally, we consider whistling to be a good thing, but when the Valencians were upset, it sounded like vultures squawking in the stadium.
This is the Bocadillo Man. This man loved the fact that we were Americans...so he kept offering us some of his bocadillo (sandwich).
The madness after the game
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