Not that Buenos Aires has been hectic or intense. We’ve
passed our days leisurely walking, walking, walking…
Through Palermo Soho and Palermo Hollywood, where the cafes
and boutiques are supercool: independent, eclectic, arty, inspiring.
In the parks, where the trees are enormous and the dogs,
tres content.
Through the streets with a mishmash of architecture that
altogether give this city its great vibe.
But Thursday night, we went to “La Bombonera”—the
50,000-person capacity soccer stadium for the Boca Juniors.
Andrew arranged tickets through a tour company, who drove us
to La Boca (the neighborhood), where the streets were writhing with fans in
blue and yellow.
The cops stood guard. My lipstick and pen were confiscated,
tossed into the gutter, and we entered the stadium.
For the next four hours, we
were crushed in the SRO section, tossed between sweaty, fanatical men cheering
as if their lives depended on the game. And I sometimes thought my life depended on
the outcome of the game.
