Sunday was yet another day in which I would walk into a restaurant, use my developing charade skills to signal that I would like a menu, get given the menu, realise that the only thing I could read on the menu was ‘Coca Cola’, order 1 Coca Cola and then point to something else on the menu and hope for the best that something nice came out. It was good. Another successful spin of food roulette. However this blind selection is good in the way that I am trying lots of different meals.
Anyway, the day started pretty well. I got my Uni results- passed everything and now I have graduated. Then I had a ticket to see the Boca Juniors football team play. To give you an idea of how big a deal Sunday was- Boca Juniors are the most popular team in Argentina, they haven’t won a title for 3 years, on Sunday, if they won or drew then they would have accumulated enough points to win the season outright. The Boca Juniors stadium is known as arguably the best stadium in the world to watch a football game because the stands are almost vertical and you are meant to feel about 2 metres from the Pitch. Anyway, combine all of that together- with me lining up for 4 hours with a really rowdy crowd. By this stage I had the T-shirt, the flag and I was ready to rock.
The person who gave me the ticket (which was his membership) was Alec’s nephew. The system operates a lot like the AFL memberships where you can’t transfer the card to anyone (however no-one ever gets checked). I did. The man at the gate says something in Spanish, I respond with my token ‘Jo no habla espanyol, ingles porfavor’ (I don’t speak Spanish, in English please). The guy looks at me as if to say ‘yeah bullshit’, then he mutters something and he put the term ‘100 US dollars’ in the middle’ (which I assume was some sort of fine). Then the little weasel takes my card and starts walking away. I was considering running up and just grabbing the membership card from this little card thief- however- there was 12 SWAT police behind him with batons with were, I kid you not, 1 metre long. I could have taken 2 maybe 3 of them, but definitely not all 12. 
So things don’t always turn out and I missed a pretty cool football match. Believe it or not though, the 4 hours wait in the crowd was pretty fun though because everyone was really rowdy. So I came back home and decided that I would head out to the nearest bar (which was pretty hard to find actually) to watch the game. I walked into this bar, sat down, and would you believe it, it was an American bar. On the biggest football day this year in Argentina, the Americans were there watching grid iron. I admitted defeat, ordered a beer and watched a game which I did not understand. The beer was nice.
But meh- I passed uni and I saw this awesomely dressed dog....today was overall a good day.
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