Zaragoza Visit

After Barcelona we took a train to Zaragoza. Stopping there was my idea because it seemed like a smaller and quieter place than Barcelona and I wanted to have big-city and small-town fun throughout the trip. Since it looked so small we only stayed there for a weekend, which was unfortunate because there was a lot more to see than either of us expected. There are several archeological sites corresponding to Roman history and if you stop at one of them you can purchase tickets to all of them. We stopped by an unearthed theater, a bath house, and an old drainage system. Those visits took most of the day, and with the remaining sunlight my dad was eager to see Aljaferia. We had to rush to see as much as we could of Aljaferia but basically it was a full day of gazing at old, stone buildings. 
In addition to the music museum, one of the things I wanted to do while in Spain was attend a football game (I had to make a conscious effort to not call it soccer while I was there). As luck would have it our stay coincided with a Real FC match between Zaragoza and Huesca. Again, the public transportation was simple to navigate but we didn’t need to rely on directions to find the stadium. More people in athletic apparel hopped on the bus at each stop. We just waited for the majority of passengers to get off and followed the crowd. Once we got to the arena, the field was beautiful but the rest wasn’t what we were expecting. I grew up in Chicago and went to a lot of baseball games so I’m accustomed to concession stands above every section of seats. That wasn’t the case in Zaragoza, which just had a few benches where water and chips were sold. Neither of us ate beforehand but the game was exciting enough to put it out of our minds. In the end Huesca won 2-0 but Zaragoza put up a good fight and the fans rallied against the referee at every call made against them. After the second goal the Huesca players ran in front of a section of Zaragoza fans and put their hands to their ears. Everyone, from the front row to the back, swore at the players, flipped them off, and threw water bottles at them. It was amazing. 
That was all the time we had in Zaragoza and there was still more to see. We spent so much time on the architectural ruins that we didn’t get to kick back and enjoy the city like we did in Barcelona. If I could repeat the vacation,, I wouldn’t limit any stay to a weekend. It seems like 3-4 days are necessary to enjoy any place.