My friend Lily** and I met up at 4:30 to catch the mysterious bus to the stadium. I say mysterious because neither of us really had any idea where it came from or what it looked like. Confused and a bit tired (tired because I made it to sunrise this morning, in time to see the sky change into shades of deep purple and red!), we followed a group of futbol fans towards a blue coach bus and asked them if they were going to the game. "Si," they replied, and as we climbed into the bus and sat down, a few of them gave us quizzical looks. As we sat down, pleased we had figured it out, a woman turned around and asked us (in Spanish) what we were doing; "are you Burgos* fans?" She asked us. "Well, no..." we replied. And then that's the moment we realized we were on a private bus for Burgos fans.
But...the more the merrier, right? They took us in, taught us the Burgos chant, leant us a scarf to wear, and even gave us new tickets so that we could sit in their section. And once they game had started, they even fed us cookies! Wowzers. Two Americans and a group of friendly Burgos futbol fans; what an afternoon! The bus drove us about 10 minutes out of the city to the ends-of-the-earth-Salamanca, where an old concrete stadium stood in the middle of a grass field, surrounded by dusty parking lots alongside the highway.
It was a close game, tied up 1-1 after the half. Unfortunately, Burgos lost, but played hard. Cold and tired, Lily and I said our goodbyes of "encantada" and two kisses on the cheeks, and we were on our way back to Salamanca. What a random day, and special memory that day will be!
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| Lily & I |
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| Our new friends from Burgos! |
*For those of you Americans out there, futbol=soccer ;)
**Check out her awesome blog at: http://lilyinspain.wordpress.com/
***Burgos is a small city north of Salamanca
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