Our Sevillian spring mini-break mutated into a long weekend in Madrid. First we bounced around Fiumicino long-stay car park and had to pay 18 euro for a 6 minute stay (anything over 5 madame - if you know someone that works there, please strangle them for me). Then we dashed around the tarmac and over the sea to Spain. Tapas, canas, chorizo, serrano, many many gay prostitutes later, we celebrated Real Madrid winning the league - in a town that really did not seem that bothered. Yes, there were a few people hanging from traffic lights and David Beckham was there with his kiddies, but no, there was nothing like an Italian frenzy. Chanting "campeones, campeones" (Fabio CapeLo and Cannavaro were there, so we were allowed) we made it back through the most beautiful airport I have seen in a long while. Viva Espana!
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