Despite the fact that I’m not currently travelling all over the country, or all over South America due to me being stuck in Cordoba. That thing called classes, I do attend and study at times, which requires me to not leave the city I am studying in.
But it’s not all boring and productive. Fortunately I don’t have to spend all my time, or a lot of my time, or really any time at all studying. Hmmmmm…maybe I should. NAHHH More important to experience the culture, and talk to people, and make connections with people. Right? I solemnly swear that it is not just an excuse to hang, drink and play rugby. They’re just added bonuses.
This week has been especially exciting since the world cup started. GO ARGENTINA!!! I was working on an essay in a cafe (GASP she does do work, yes yes please calm down) when the game came on. It was pretty cool how everyone stopped talking, the people turned up the volume and everyone turned to the TV. People entered the cafe just to start watching the game and soon all the seats were filled. I was rooting for Croatia, just because I didn’t want Brazil to win, but they lost. Oh well. But I did appreciate “Crotatia’s” first goal and only goal. If you didn’t see it, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9Y8ZDzBE9U
Later I had rugby practice. I love these girls, they put up with my rag tag spanish and my not understanding the drills. They even teach me new words at times. Even better, when this dog comes up to our stuff and our coach tried to scare it off, it grabbed my sneaker in its mouth. Oh shit! I mean these sneakers are old. They have holes in them and I definitely need a new pair…BUT I need them to last me a couple more weeks until I’m home and can go to a wonderful outlet store. Also I needed shoes to walk home in later. NOOOOO PERRO!!!! PARA!!! I run chasing after it. We have practice in the dark and there are little fences separating some of the fields as well as some tree roots. I can’t sprint in fear of tripping. But my coach and friend follow me to help. If that’s not true love and acceptance, I don’t know what is. Finally we trap it in a basketball court and retrieve my sneaker.
For the second world cup day, a bunch of us met up at Luke’s old hostel. EXCEPT HE’S NOT THERE ANYMORE. 😦 Luke. However we had a wonderful combination of some Australians and some Chileans, Dani. Whom was screaming her head off when Chile scored. The Australians weren’t as enthused by the game. Hmm I wonder why. BUT GUESS WHAT WE DID WHILE WE WATCHED THE GAME?!?!?!
Now, tonight, Argentina will be playing. Shit’s going to get real. So excited!!! Going to the center of the city with some friends, grab some beer and let the magic happen.
Let the games begin! (or continue)
Disclaimer: I wrote this and meant to publish this before the game. This was before we lost power and therefore internet. But since I just saw Argentina’s game, lets add that in here also.
BECAUSE IT WAS WONDERFUL
I made plans to meet up with some friends in the center. There were a lot of people sitting on the steps of the shopping (mall) and there was a big screen with ads. I’ve heard that in a bunch of big cities there are big screens where the city gathers to watch the game. Of course I assumed we’d be watching on the big screen, but no!!! A minute into the game and its still showing ads. A couple of minutes in and Argentina scores the first goal. The game is still not on the big screen, so myself and Mau ran across the street along with everyone else to catch the replay on the TV outside a Kiosco. And it was glorious, GLORIOUS I SAY!!!
At the end of the match, OMG. They had to close down the streets to the center. People were screaming and waving around their flags. They were throwing toilet paper into the crowd (maybe that’s why there’s never toilet paper in the bathrooms). People were dancing and singing that Argentina would win like they did in 1986. Oh, I really hope they win. We ended up
chasing following these drums through the crowd, jumping up and down with people and then avoiding a video camera. There were people with their shirts off and whipping it around. Sorry guys, it was only the guys doing that. The excitement in the air was intoxicating.