Red Clouds

I could go out and do anything by myself. For me, it has been way more fun doing so. Sunday, after playing tennis, futbol, and eating another asado with the family and friends, I took the 15 bus to Boeda - a part of town one would never wanna venture if it wasnt Sunday. I got off the colectivo with other youngins wearing red and blue, found a lone girl and started talkin and walkin. "This is my first San Lorenzo game - in fact - my first Argentinian soccer game!" Stefani turned out to be destiny. We walked to the stadium through Baja Flores, an even worse part of town, and arrived at the cancha. I bought a ticket for Popular, the really rowdy die hard fan section with banners, flags, colored umbrellas, bass drums, and clouds of marijuana smoke. Let me just say that Argentinian soccer is the bomb! These guys chant songs (about 20 different ones) throughout the whole game, jump around and go nuts. The real excitement is in the stands. Constant energy. The best part about the whole game was after we blew a 1-0 lead and lost the game, there was huge celebration after the match! Everyone was yelling, jumping around, and having fun. I looked up in complete euphoria and absorbed the sky: a deep blue with red clouds - nature screaming SAN LORENZO! On the bus back, I met even more great people, shared sweet wine, and made plans to go back for another game.

Last night, I went solo to The Alamo, an American bar in the Recoleta to watch my Lakers whoop the Jazz. Upon getting out of my taxi, I noticed three girls wandering around, speaking English. "Goin to The Alamo?" We enter the joint to find gigantic pitchers and televisions flowing throughout the classy yellow and brown antique walls. This place could have been a smooth tango bar in the 30s, but has been conquered by ´merkins! Flip cup, Rage Against the Machine and Red Hot Chili Peppers on repeat. I practiced my English and and went college style on everyone. All in all - great night. One of the girls (who happens to go to my school here in BsAs) is a choreographer and amazing dancer. Lets just say we tore up the entire place with our Miguel Jackson duets.

Mate in the morning after 4 AM McDonalds french fries and fiery fiber flowing through my body. Dont worry ma and pa, I am going to all my classes and doing exceptionally well. It´s impossible to avoid the good air out there in the night.