Crinkly Ears

I moved to Madrid a couple of months ago and got a side job in a building a block over from the Bernabeu.  Every night when I walk home I pass the player's entrance (as well as the VIP entrance right next to it, where I ran smack dab into Rafael Nadal when he was a guest of the team at the Man City match).

Tonight a nice big crowd had built up on either side of the driveway leading down into the stadium, and the team bus was parked on the hill, so I jumped into the fray and hoped I would haven't to wait too long for a glimpse of some of the players.  About twenty minutes later the first car zoomed down the hill--it was Iker Casillas.  He was followed one at a time by the rest of the team, with one exception; Sergio Ramos didn't come alone.  No prizes for guessing who he had given a lift to--Mesut hopped out of the passenger seat and darted into the stadium while the crowd was still going nuts for Sergio.

Photos to come soon (hopefully--a friend is sending some she got because mine were all a blur!) but I'm happy to report that Mesut is just as gorgeous and shy in person (if not a little slighter than I thought he would be) as he is on tv!