I was denied the World Series because of lack of Spanish interest, but the Super Bowl was a bit more attractive and so it was broadcast at this Sports bar I know of near Plaça Catalunya (10 minute walk from my new flat). Even though the Vikings didn’t make it, I didn’t want to miss it. I showed up a little early to make sure I got a seat at the bar and was greeted by the overwhelming sound of English being spoken. I think every American in the Barcelona area was at the Sports bar that night. I know I’m a bit turned off to many things about America, but I cringed when I bumped into the Long Island Jew (accent and all), the egocentric Californian, the overly-macho guy from Florida, and the loud southerner. Spain probably has these people too (except maybe the Jews) but I guess it’s just subtler because I haven’t noticed it as much as I did back in the US. Even thought the game wasn’t very exciting I did manage to meet some very cool people who I think I’m going to keep in touch with. That was that.