The evening of our arrival in Granada we attended a top division futbol match (of course) at Estadio Nuevo los Carmenes. Granada Club del Futbol fought hard against Athletic Club Bilbaoing, chanting and screaming bloody murder at the referee and players is all part of the fan experience. Our boys cheered and ate pipas (sunflower seeds), spitting the shells upon the ground – also part of futbol tradition. Another tradition is seeing Granada’s most dedicated fan: La Papa (the pope) who wandered the stadium dressed in flowing red and white robes, bestowing blessings upon supporters. Alas, team Granada had many opportunities to score, but no goals. The final score: 0-0.
Our caravan tried to get into a restaraunt near the stadium that would seat all of us (about 20), but everyone who attended the match had the same idea. So, we split up into smaller groups and headed our separate ways. My group “took tapas” near James’s host family’s home.
James and his host-siblings planted themselves at the bar – not allowed at American bars, but no problem in Spain – with water, fanta limon, and tapas, or small plates of bread, cheese and meat, or other food served on the house whenever you order drinks. Tapas is truly a social experience and a wonderful way to end a very, very long day.
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