So Barcelona Football Club advanced to the Champions League final by beating their rival Real Madrid. We watched the game with a mixture of locals and euro-tourists in what must be the cleanest, friendliest heavy metal bar in the world.
After game, we hung around in Las Ramblas (the main drag) a bit longer, but made back to the hotel before 1am. There were plenty of people out in Las Ramblas following the game's finish, but I was a little surprised not to see the masses of craziness that I've come to expect from European football fans.
The next morning, however, I turned on the TV to find out that this is what happened a few hours after we left the scene:
Oh, well, at least we were safe, sound, and free from the sting of rubber bullets, to visit the Jean Miro museum on the next day.