Raining this morning so just chilled. Given bad weather we decided to hit the Semana Grande festival in San Seb. After last year we could not miss. Insanely good as always with the entire city on the streets young and old eating and drinking on the medieval streets. This is where the running of the Bulls actually started and predates that with nutters running around with masks on whacking people over the head with balloons. This year tho there were no sword challenges with the locals.
But today was all about luck. This morning I started thinking that La Liga would be beginning soon and that we must be around for a home match so I googled their club shop. Whilst there I asked the young chicka whether there were any games on. 'Tomorrow' she said with a grin. Who they playing? 'Real' she said with an even bigger smile to which I replied 'what Real Real?'.
Before she had finished explaining how to get to the stadium Lukie and I were off to buy the tickets to beat the sell out, a ticket mission. It turned out to be an utter fluke as got to the stadium and managed to get the last 6 tickets together.
Drove back across the border to France at around midnight and the traffic was heavy! No run today no time.