My foreshadowing:

Steve is sitting in an American-themed restaurant in Barcelona, drinking, probably high on coke, and feeling his oats again. He's been in Spain long enough to learn a little of the politics, and feeling safe in an American-looking enclave, starts talking about those "fucking nationalists."

Upon leaving said American-themed restaurant, three ETA members accost him, take him out back, and beat him to within an ounce of his life.

Lackw00d --> <-- Basque Separatists