Welcome To Spain

So, after a cancelled flight, a free hotel room, several hours discussing world sports in a bar with several Brits, and I guess 7+ inches of rain, I finally took off from DC to Spain, with a quick stop in London. Funny thing, while waiting at the terminal, I kept noticing all of the hot, skinny girls that were walking around. And they all had really tiny breasts. So I thought, you know, maybe American men really are obsessed with breasts - it's because our women actually have them. Well, I finally found out that these petite beauties were with the Royal Ballet, hence the no breasts.
So, Spain. I'm in Alicante, which is about 3-4 hours south of Barcelona and right on the Mediterranean. I feel like I'm in Arizona, with the desert and palm trees. I gotta say, when we took off from London (and on that flight all of the stewardesses were young and hot, which we seem to have lost in the US) we flew over the Channel. It was a tingling feeling seeing England disappear into the water and France appear through the clouds. It felt like somewhat of a homecoming.
Mike Dreznes ( a colleague of mine) and I met for dinner and ate a little cafe on the beach. Then, we walked around the city square looking for a place to watch the World Cup match between Spain and France. And much like Gallahad the Chaste in Monty Python and the Holy Grail, I saw the large screen television calling to me. Mike and I sat down in this bar about 45 minutes before game time, and it was a good thing we were that early, because by the time the game started, it was wall to wall with people, and there were even some fans looking through the window from the street. It wasn't long after I sat down that I heard several people around me speaking French. I prepared myself for war. I have never experienced anything like that before in all my years of watching sports. My ears rang louder at the end of the night than after any concert I've ever been too. Half the crowd chanted "Allez les bleus" for the French team and intermittent chants of "Es-pa-na" made it impossible to hear the TV. Not that it would have mattered because it was all in Spanish.
Well, I'm off to a dinner and a reception. I'll take plenty of pictures and try and post to this blog a few times so that everyone can hear what's going on.

Scott