I am so sore from playing futbol yesterday. I felt fine last night, but today . . . ugh. At least it was a lot of fun. My friend Sarah was sitting on the sidelines watching, and she later described this scene . . .
We were playing on a small field with artificial turf and a roof (nice, since it was raining, per usual), located in the middle of nowhere. The guy who drove us out there was the fattest Guatemalan I have seen, and he hung out on the bleachers on the other side of the fence with his tummy hanging out, laughing and laughing at everything that happened in the game. At one point, some cops dropped by and watched the game for awhile, too. Then, near the end of the game, a woman in traditional Mayan garb walked by (between the bleachers and the actual field) with like 3 cows. Not to mention that pigs and roosters were the background noise to the entire game!
Anyway, it was fun. Some of the boys (and one of the girls) were really good. I mostly just kicked wildly and tried to stay out of the way of the players on my team who were actually good. (We kicked the other team's ass.)
The boys threatened not to shower before our hippie-themed-party at school that night (so as to be fully in character), but thankfully they did. Hippie night was not as lame as I imagined, and the "adult" pinata that we got for the birthday kids was a blast. The rest of the night was fairly short lived. Went to the dance club, and then went to the after party, but apparently someone didn't pay off the right people, as the policia shut down the after party really early.
As a side note, everything in this country exists in bag-form. It's really weird. I guess the plastic to make bags is cheaper than the plastic to make bottles (or, at least, less), so stuff is in bags. For example, you can get bottled water . . . in bags. Some of the normal American brands, like Hellman's mayonaise, for example, also come in bags. Oh, and hotels have little ketchup-like packets of shampoo instead of bottles, which actually makes way more sense size-wise.
Miss you Sydie! I've spread the gospel of your blog to such favorites as Natasha, and Steve K.
ReplyDeleteI think I'm going to throw a birthday party for you. . .while you're gone (to be repeated when you come home)