Germany 4, Argentina 0

July 5, 2010 § Leave a comment

I should have seen it coming.

The first words out of Paul’s mouth as soon as they panned to the Argentine sideline the morning of this game were, “Oh, it looks like Maradona got a haircut.”

We were in Chicago and made the stupid mistake of deciding to watch the second half of the game in the cafe on the first floor of our hotel instead of in our room.  So we take the elevator down, me with my blue and white striped cast blazing openly, and walk in to a big room…full of Germans.  Most with face paint.  I get booed all the way to my standing-room-only corner, where I spent the next 45 minutes listening to “JAH JAH JAH JAH JAH!!!!!” and German songs while Argentina completely lost it.  I exited the room at the end of the game to a chorus of “Auf wiedersehen!”s.

Worst. Game. Ever.

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…and the things we couldn’t

July 2, 2010 § Leave a comment

Things we couldn’t fit in included:

  • Barriloche: a town at the base of the Andes famous for its chocolates, skiing, and gnomes
  • A tango show
  • The Pampas: home of the Gauchos, rodeos…things like that
  • Tierra Santa: a biblical theme park complete with live musical numbers depicting important scenes from the Bible, the “biggest manger in the world” surrounded by over 100 life-sized talking figures, and a 60 foot Jesus Christ from whose crown you can see all of Buenos Aires.  Missing this was particularly disappointing.
  • And, of course, our entire trip to Peru, Machu Picchu, and the Sacred Valley

The things we could do…

July 1, 2010 § Leave a comment

Evita museum:

I have a minor Eva Peron obsession, so this was an important stop.  It’s a small museum with some of her clothing (she is kind of Argentina’s Jackie O) and footage of her with her descamisados and giving speeches from the balcony of the Casa Rosada.  It even has a gift shop complete with Eva Peron rubix cubes.  Next stop…

Persicco’s:

Cold and rainy?  Only have one functioning arm?  I DON’T CARE!  This ice cream place was recommended by multiple people and it was FANTASTIC!  They even deliver styrofoam cartons of it via scooter.  Awesome.

Final stop…the game.

The Magical Maradonian Mullet

June 30, 2010 § Leave a comment

Diego Maradona.  Cheerleader, genius, demi-god, petulant child, garden gnome…call him what you will, the Argentine coach has been my favorite part of the World Cup this year.   And as much as I totally love his antics and his incredible array of accessories (the salt and pepper beard, diamond earrings, gold chain, designer watches on both wrists, rosary beads), the element of Maradona that most captures his spirit and the soul of the Argentine team has been, in my opinion, his mullet.  It frizzes when the team is struggling, curls and gains shape and volume when they gain a solid lead… Paul is convinced it holds the secret to Argentina’s success so far in the tournament, the modern day equivalent of Samson’s hair.  Let’s hope Maradona thinks the same, because if he just lets this keep growing it is going to be awesomely large by the last game.

Argentina 3, Mexico 1

June 29, 2010 § 1 Comment

Our flight was at 8:50pm.  The game was at 3:30pm.  Catch a cab to airport at 6pm, make the flight on time.  Right?

Down to Plaza San Martin for the game.

Got into the spirit…

…Argentina wins.  Celebration!

…and celebration in the streets

Fortunately with my cast I qualified as disabled, so we got to go through the handicapped line at the ridiculously crowded airport and made our flight.  So long, Argentina…

Crunch Time

June 27, 2010 § 2 Comments

So, I have to fly home for surgery.  We leave tonight.  Machu is off, I am trying to squeeze in as many of the things on our list of things to do before leaving.  Our flight is at 8:30 tonight, fortunately the game is at 3:30, so we’ll make it.

Day trip to Clinica del Sol

June 24, 2010 § 7 Comments

Guess who recently lost her super thorough health plan when she left her job, decided to travel out of the country on her honeymoon, went for a run on said honeymoon, tripped on her OWN PANTS, broke her elbow, needs surgery (involving a screw), and may or may not actually go on the trip she won/almost lost/won again to Machu Picchu.  One guess.

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