Just a little something.

In case you all needed a reminder of how ridiculous my life can be:
I got to the airport earlier than I needed to (you´d think I would have learned that domestic flight on Ryanair means "get there as your flight is boarding, otherwise you´ll be bored and hungry"...I was bored...and hungry...)
But that´s not the reason for this blog.
Waiting in the terminal for the flight, I realized that there was a tiny fussy baby on my flight, fear coursed through my veins, I prepared my ears for destruction (ear plugs and all)
But that´s not the reason for this blog.
We boarded the flight, I sat in the middle over the wing and no one was sitting anyhwhere near me. The baby was asleep and in the back of the plane, all was well.
THEN: a group of young men, dressed all in bright green, boarded the flight and filled in all around me (not in my row, but literally in every row in my line of vision)
They started chanting and clapping and hitting on flight attendants, the flight attendants giggled and blushed and didn´t even try to quiet the rowdy bunch...Maybe it was their charm? They did make oragami flowers for the ladies...
But really...no one is that charming...So I wrote down any names I heard and anything I could make out from the words on their outfits and bags.
Upon arriving at the hostel (roughly half an hour ago after getting in late and getting a little lost) I did some research.
The young men surrounding me on my flight? None other than the players and coaches of Real Betis, one of the two professional soccer teams in Sevilla...
¿WTFISMYLIFE?
Yeah...Sevilla is off to a good start, I think.