Hola folks, Ma, and Dad,
I`m here bringing you guys news from the City of Good Air. On Friday, our second day of school, we attended a Flag Day ceremony at Colegio del Salvador and we had Monday off for the actual holiday. There, students from various grades presented the Argentinian flag and the flag of the school. This was followed by a recital of their beautiful national anthem. After this, we listened to speeches from members of the faculty which were incredibly passionate. Unfortunately, I understood only the bare minimum. After the ceremony, the whole fifth year class, their equivalent to seniors, took group pictures.
Then came the expected cries of ``FUTBOL!!`` and everyone rushed to the gym to cram in one more game. Then the students of the intercambio - exchange students for all you gringos out there - had an art class together where we worked on our artistic abilities while listening to Pink Floyd. School was dismissed soon after and we all went our seperate ways for the weekend, where I was introduced to the passions of Argentina: food, dancing, and, of course, futbol.
I´m going to start with the food because well, that's right Maff, it is amazing. Since my first night here, I have been blown away by the cuisine down here and I am going to miss it very much when we come home. On Friday night, I went out to a local restaurant with my host brother Mateo, his brother Facundo, and his father Horacio. They introduced me to empanadas which are like hot pockets jacked on steroids. Ten times more tasty and most definitely more healthy. The real treat came on Sunday, though. I finally had the dessert I had been hearing all about - panqueque con dulce de leche.
Now if your thinking there is no way it can taste better than it sounds, well you´re wrong. This was a tiny bite of heaven. I was so lost in its taste that I didn´t realize the heat of it until my mouth was completely burned. My only question is, why isn´t this in the States?
Now on to the dancing. As my little sister likes to remind me as much as she can, I am not a good dancer. Never was, never will be, and that's just how things are. So, needless to say, going out to dance I was a tad bit nervous. Somehow, we ended up dancing at a club and it was a lot different than I expected. I won´t go into describing dances in America, but all of you who know, know, and those in ignorance I´ll let you remain there. People were just dancing as they stood, laughing, talking with other people, and just having a good time. So without caring about how I looked, I ended up dancing like a fool until we needed to go.
Last and certainly not least football. No, not touchdown and interception football. This is the greatest sport in the world football. On Saturday with my host family, we went to the last River Plate game of the regular season. This was a big one because they needed to win this to make sure they wouldn´t be forced into playoffs to avoid being knocked down to the second division. And if that wouldn´t be bad enough, River Plate has the most prestigious history in Argentinian soccer, so this would be equivalent to the Red Sox playing in Triple A. We got to the stadium and the place was literally jumping. As a safe guess, I´ll say there were about 66,000 people there, all jumping and singing in the same tune. It was amazing.
Unfortunately they lost in the last minute of play. It was devastating. Keep in mind this was a team I had barely heard about before, did not know any of their players and, after a ninety minute game, I was a fan completely devastated that we had lost in that fashion. Now I am not a convert to futbol - I´ve been playing it since I was five. The only thing that could possibly make me love this sport even more would be to see the best player in the world play live. Oh wait, I did, as if one soccer game per week wasn´t enough, Monday night we went to see the Argentinian national team play against Albania. Now, some of you may have heard of a little guy who goes by the name of Leo Messi.
I wish I could compare him to another athlete in another sport but there hasn´t been another one in my lifetime. He was magic; he could do no wrong. Argentina scored four goals that match and he had two assists, one goal, and started the play for the last one. And this isn´t a rare occurance for him, this is expected stuff. So as we walked out of the stadium with people singing I started thinking to myself, "Why would I leave here again?"
Brendan McAdams