Last night R and I walked by the Mushroom structure in Seville (I forget its official name) and were surprised to find an incredibly long line. Intrigued and struck with a severe case of FOMO (fear of missing out), we waited in line for what seemed like an entire hour to get up the stairs and into the platform underneath the mushroom.
The wait, however, was worth it. There was a giant projection of the Spain vs Portugal game and hundreds of people squished together watching. The smell of cannabis in the air and crushed cans and cups of alcohol under my feet made me feel like I was back at Electric Daisy Carnival. Every other minute groups of people were chanting or cheering; it was what sport spirit should feel like.
The best part was when we first entered and a guy stopped R and pulled out a Spanish facepaint stick - red on two sides and yellow in the middle. He drew on R's left cheek, and before R could respond, gave him a kiss on the right. As he walked away he constantly looked back giving R a few waves.
Spain won the match in penalty shoot outs and the crowd went crazy. A great way to end a day in Seville.
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| The Mushrooms on a normal day |
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| The line was super long! It stretched out way behind this |
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| But we had ways to make the wait more entertaining |
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| Ah, finally we're in. A couple of beers to celebrate |
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| Spain's doing well |
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| Richard and his Spanish spirit gear + newly acquired face paint |
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