Yo soy Espanol! Espanol! Espanol!
By: Nari Kye, Associate Producer
The day we touched down in Madrid, the city was humming with excitement -humming even greater than those awful Vuvuzelas. Faces had permanent smiles on them and everyone walked a hell of a lot taller and prouder. And the sense of camaraderie made me jealous. South Korea fell out earlier in the series so I rooted for Spain to make the finals knowing I would be in Madrid. And it really happened. The day we arrived in Madrid, history was going to be made.
But first things first: jamon. Knowing we had a long day ahead of us, we decided to gorge on this national treasure. A healthy obsession, especially with food, is something I always get behind so watching Spaniards really eat jamon brought much joy to my heart. I quickly observed that food and drink reign supreme in this country. “I could live here,” I thought.
After fueling up on the fatty, nutty goodness, we did our part and got decked out in red and yellow and joined the hundreds of thousands of anxious Spaniards out on the boulevards. The streets were swimming with gyrating bodies, screaming, drinking, waiting. We were fortunate enough to score some press passes and brought our cameras and spirit to the head of the crowd. Zach and Mo were ecstatic. They didn’t know what to film first.
We were dropped in the middle of a beautiful, perfect storm. Our illustrious guides, Lucy and Fuen painted our faces and taught us some Spanish football chants and cheers. All day long, I was yelling “Yo soy Español! Español! Español!” which translates to “I am Spanish! Spanish! Spanish!” The sun set, the whole country held it’s breath and… GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! At that moment when the ball hit that net, we truly were all Spanish. If there is a better way to be introduced to a country, I don’t ever want to know it.
Day two. Time to start filming the show.