Part Deux: Como say dis day "deaf" en espanol?

Apparently, I should be glad to be alive. After Mark and I had a lovely, and relaxing day perusing antiques and the flea market, we went to the Boca football game at the stadium. Now, anyone who is a) not a U.S. citizen or b) retarded knows that people outside the U.S. take their soccer/football totally serious. I don't watch sports, so what the f do I know???

So, the animation company we are working with asks if we would like to go to a game and we are like "si, si!", we figure just another experience while we are here, right? They aren't able to take us, but hire this guy who takes groups of people to see the game. They told us everything was paid for, he would pick us up and we would have a grand time. So, we get in a van with people from Portland, Vancouver, Malta, Italy, etc...and head off to the stadium. My co-worker, E. had given me some tips "wear only gold or blue. don't take anything you would not want stolen and get ready to stand the whole time". Piece of cake.

We get to the stadium, are frisked and start heading to "our section". Now, I know how wonderful our animation company has been and as we are getting seated, I am thinking these just might not be the right seats. We are literally in the "thick of it" with dudes with no shirts, flags, banners and a band right next to us. The game starts and it is like nothing I have ever experienced. The band is playing songs, flags and banners are waving and EVERYONE is singing songs the whole game. Don't bother asking what they are saying, cause we all know that this Garcia is no comprende.

People are standing on posts, jumping, and for one minute I picture the show "Most daring" and think this whole damn place is gonna collapse, but I enjoy it and am like, holy crap, I am with "the fans".





Anyway, we win the game 3-1, go out with everyone for sausage and chimichurri sandwiches (yums, just keep pilin on the pounds!) and Mark and I get free jerseys.
As we are leaving, the guy was like "just tell "F" you felt safe" and I am now thinking ok shit is not right so I make him give me money back cause I think he tried to pull something on us.

I post the pics on Facebook and the animation company sees and FLIPS OUT. They had asked for the "best, no danger seats" and apparently we were with the craziest "die hard, possibly out-on-bail fans". These fans are called the "12th player" and literally, the whole stadium has to empty out before them so they can get to safety before these guys shoot or beat up the opposing team. We were so well protected by the people we are with, we would have never known. We were like this is insane, and the greatest thing ever, but we are deaf.

Anyway...we live to tell....and eat more steak and malbec.

Hola. Soy ALF!

Last night, before I went to bed I was flipping channels and Alf was on in Spanish! I laughed my ass off. I used to love that show, even Alf spoke Spanish in a character voice. I couldn't really understand anything they said, just enjoyed watching Alf chase the cat and Willie (the dad) with his kick ass sweater vests and hige coke-bottle glasses.


Today, Mark and I explored an area called San Telmo, which is a really cute area with antique stores, cobblestone streets and tango shows on every corner. On Sunday, they have a flea market so we went wandering around the area. Every steet was covered with pictures, knick knacks, and performances. Like Chicago, there was a guy covered in white paint who stood very still and asked for money for pictures. There was many tango performers, almost a whole orchestra with an opera singer, people dressed in crazy costumes entertaining. It was really cool!






Of course, my favorite thing I saw was my first Arentinian TRANNY. Mark pretended he was being subtle taking my picture, but really, we just needed a pic of my new "lady friend".