It was a great day yesterday, a day to remember, at least for me. It also made me realize how so different America is from the UK, how we have such different interests in our sports (something I generally don't care about). And how we have such different immigration. Maybe it is just me, missing all of my Spanish friends, loving that community....the world spinned on, nothing changed in the street here. I was called little red riding hood, or something else so unrelated to the actual excitement occurring across the ocean about a football championship, something I used to dislike so (too much running!), but now have fallen in love with (gracias B).
No one could comprehend the happiness I felt when Spain, a country so steeped in football history, won the highest title in the world on Sunday. Not only are they world champions, but just a few years back, they also won the Euro, my memories so close. The Spanish truly know how to celebrate and my heart flutters at the thought that I could not be where such celebrations occur (see below the link to the madness).
Photos below of the last day of the world cup, when Espana won for the first time in history, when a favorite team of mine actually won! 'Ola, ola ola ola, ola ola'....'I am still wearing red.
Poor Jill, a dutch fan.
The crowd at Civic Center
Nothing compares to the fiestas occurring in Spain, take a look here. Also click on this link here to see the commentators go wild (I am embarrassed to say I've watched this video more than once).
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