Argentina’s second game was at 8:30am local time today (Thursday). For a country that generally doesn’t get rolling before 10 or 11, being woken up at 8am with honking horns and vuvuzelas in the street was weird. Paul and I went down the street to a cafe for the first half (Jesus watched from the couch). The cafe was packed, we sat down, and I ran upstairs to the bathroom real quick (you can guess where this is going.) Of course, as soon as I settle in in the stall, the cafe freaks out…GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! Son of a…
Fortunately, within the next 10 minutes, they scored again. At half time (score: 2-1), Paul and I decided to make our way down to Plaza San Martin, which was paaaaaacked.
When we got here I kind of expected every game to be a huge party, considering all the celebration beforehand. In reality, watching the game is a pretty intense experience. Until there is a goal, or a run on the goal, everything is pretty silent. Not a lot of chit chat, people are concentrating. Intense watching. Anyway, in the second half, Argentina scored two more times. Huge celebration. The announcers are beside themselves. Maradona is a genius. Messi is amazing. Argentina is on its way to the championship. All is right in the world.
Rambulatory Ambulatory 