Aikshrees Kanduraja

You know, I was like, a day, that's still pretty good.

I checked my email again when I got to Barcelona, and now it was no longer a day.

It was an hour.

Okay, so...

At this point, just to be clear, I had given up my honeymoon to spend an hour with a soccer player.

It was just beginning to dawn on me that this was the wrong way to start my marriage, right?

So here's what happened.

I got to Barcelona.

You know, I had planned four days in town.

Now I've got two extra days to report.

So I'm just going to report the out of this story, which is what I do.

So I talked to everybody.

I found the guy who took Messi's first photo ID and

Back when Messi was a teenager with like long hair and he needed his ID card so he could enter the grounds of the stadium.

I found the owners of the Argentine restaurant in the suburb where Messi has his gigantic home.

And I got to sit in the booth where Messi sometimes goes to eat.

So anyway, I finally do have my day where I'm going to go meet Lionel Messi.

And I'm told to get to the Ciudad Deportiva around 10 a.m.

And of course I did.

punctually there.