In October 2010 one of my life long dreams, to see my favourite football team FC Barcelona play, came true. My family and I were going to Camp Nou! I couldn’t have been more psyched about the trip!
When it was time to leave the rains of Finland and change it to the warmth of Spain, I tried to learn Spanish on the plane because I thought that I would get to know some of the locals. But of course that didn’t happen since I was very shy then. I remember everything being so different there, very big and crowded. I had never been in such a big city before because we had travelled so few times.
In Barcelona we first went to the hotel to check us in, and there we were standing in the reception. My dad tried to explain to the receptionist that we had booked and paid the rooms from this hotel. About half an hour later, it became clear that we, of course, were in the wrong hotel. Tired of the early wake up, we hit the streets of Barcelona to find our real hotel. Thanks dad!
The next day was one of the best of my life. We went to the stadium to collect our tickets to the game and got to know the stadium inside out. We also bought a lot, and I mean really A LOT of stuff from the fanstore near the stadium. In the evening, a couple of hours before the big game, my big brother and I had a pizza at a restaurant. Our fellow Barca fans, who were locals mostly, started chanting and cheering for the team. The atmosphere was incredible even in there.
The game started in the worst possible way when Valencia took the lead, but our team didn’t give up and rose to win 2-1. With Barca’s captain Carles Puyol heading the winning goal, the crowd went berzerk.I chatted with a local Spanish couple during the game, which was a big achievement for me, since I was shy. But it was good practice for my English skills!
It was the best trip of my life and I will never forget it.