So its official then

I am cursed when it comes to soccer. The France Portugal game ended a while ago and, hard enough as it was, i was in Portugal´s corner. We statyed in the hostel bar to watch it and ended up watching with a bunch of italian-aussies who were cheering for france just because they think that they will beat them. Either way, it was a great game to watch. Exciting for sure, even if France has to take dives to score any of their goals. Curious to see what happens in teh final though. Since we know that my choice equals a loss for that team, what happens in an italy-france match where i dont care anymore? haha Basically, the game wont end or its the end of the end of the world. So quick, boil some blankets and tape some old episodes of benson, cause i dont know which way to cheer this time

We did a whole lot of madrid sightseeing today. No USB here so the pics are pending, but its a great city. The Prada museam had a great collection of Brueghal and Goya and other names that i wouldn´t know without our snazzy audio guides. There was soem really interesting stuff tehre. Also, a Picasso temporary deal up too. Although, i have to admit, the Big P is a mystery to me. Even with some explanations or descriptions I still just dont get it. Its kind of frustrating for me to see his stuff because usually im just like "serisouly". Im sure its great and important but just not for me.

On the other hand, since my understanding of mature themes in picassos paintings is nonexistant, i seem to gravitate towards much more juvenile things. Case in point is my favourite exhibition so far which was in teh Sevilla gallery. The reason i liked it so much was ebcause they had made it friendly to a younger crowd. Basiaclly, there was a hge exhibition, actual pieces and old works, but every now and then they would ahve a little cartoon for chilren beside the painting made to interest whatever yougner person was visiting teh museum with their parents. This cartoon was obviously for little kids because it was at knee level. And each one had soem interesting fact or riddle or somethign in spanish for 8-12 year olds, or something. Either way, for me, this was fantastic. I spent the day running from riddle to riddle, practising spanish and learning cool stuff about these paintings.

For example, there was this one painting depicting a scene in a church, with numerous figures marvelling over a baby. The riddle mentioned that painters sometimes represent teh devil in teh form of some animal, so that he can hide in the painting. Sure enough, like any 6 year old spanish kid, i spent a few minutes trying to desperatly find the devil in the picture, but i coudnt. The answer though, was that it was a fly. And looking closely at the arm of one of teh figures, there was a clearly discernible fly. It was really cool, learning spanish from chidlren´s stuff