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So much for my promise of getting back here after last Friday. But Mom and Dad didn't end up leaving when they'd planned. I went to pick them up the morning of their flight and found that Mom had gotten really sick during the night. There was no way she could fly. In fact, she spent the next three days in the hospital...some kind of bacterial intestinal infection (so they tell me). They eventually left on the following Monday. Then I ended up with the same thing (not quite as intensely as Mom did though). High fever...couldn't eat anything. Then finally, to top it all off, Tuesday I went downstairs (after not eating anything all day) got dizzy and skidded down the last few steps. Yea, I managed to break one of my toes in the process. No kidding. It's all purple and sore.
All in all a rather entertaining week.
So...that's my sad story. I promise I will get back into posting long, drawn out stories here any day now (I'm working on a doozy). I'm also going to post a bunch of pics from my parent's time down here. But until then, enjoy this little video clip. It's from my parent's first South American futbol experience. In case you're wondering, lots of the fireworks and whatnot were brought into the stadium by fans...not professionals. Just thought I'd mention that. =)
This second clip is from just after the Santa Cruz team (who shall remain nameless) managed to tie the game with about 10 seconds left. They were playing a team from La Paz, so by default I guess I was happy they didn't lose. But I'm also happy they didn't win (they're not my team). Suffice to say I was a bit conflicted. As you'll see at the end of the video, Dad seemed fine with cheering for them. But I don't think he really cared... =) We weren't sitting with the hard-core fans by the way. Just the overflow who couldn't fit into their team's section of the stadium.
Of course the moment the game was finished, a bunch of doorknobs figured they need to go rumble with the twenty people who came down from La Paz to cheer on their team. The police shut them down pretty fast. It was an interesting way to end the game. I imagine it made Ma and Pa a little nervous, but it didn't even hit our top ten of riot experiences at futbol games...
Anyhow...that was our night. It was a good time. And now Mom and Dad can say they've been to a real live South American soccer game! =)
So much for my promise of getting back here after last Friday. But Mom and Dad didn't end up leaving when they'd planned. I went to pick them up the morning of their flight and found that Mom had gotten really sick during the night. There was no way she could fly. In fact, she spent the next three days in the hospital...some kind of bacterial intestinal infection (so they tell me). They eventually left on the following Monday. Then I ended up with the same thing (not quite as intensely as Mom did though). High fever...couldn't eat anything. Then finally, to top it all off, Tuesday I went downstairs (after not eating anything all day) got dizzy and skidded down the last few steps. Yea, I managed to break one of my toes in the process. No kidding. It's all purple and sore.
All in all a rather entertaining week.
So...that's my sad story. I promise I will get back into posting long, drawn out stories here any day now (I'm working on a doozy). I'm also going to post a bunch of pics from my parent's time down here. But until then, enjoy this little video clip. It's from my parent's first South American futbol experience. In case you're wondering, lots of the fireworks and whatnot were brought into the stadium by fans...not professionals. Just thought I'd mention that. =)
This second clip is from just after the Santa Cruz team (who shall remain nameless) managed to tie the game with about 10 seconds left. They were playing a team from La Paz, so by default I guess I was happy they didn't lose. But I'm also happy they didn't win (they're not my team). Suffice to say I was a bit conflicted. As you'll see at the end of the video, Dad seemed fine with cheering for them. But I don't think he really cared... =) We weren't sitting with the hard-core fans by the way. Just the overflow who couldn't fit into their team's section of the stadium.
Of course the moment the game was finished, a bunch of doorknobs figured they need to go rumble with the twenty people who came down from La Paz to cheer on their team. The police shut them down pretty fast. It was an interesting way to end the game. I imagine it made Ma and Pa a little nervous, but it didn't even hit our top ten of riot experiences at futbol games...
The police standing between the two groups of fans....
Anyhow...that was our night. It was a good time. And now Mom and Dad can say they've been to a real live South American soccer game! =)
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