Boca, Boca, Boca!

I have officially survived my first every Boca Juniors Game!
But let me start from the beginning of my week, so that everything stays in perfect order. With the end of my second week of school, I found myself exhausted and very much looking forward to sleeping in and resting up. Friday is pizza night at the Resedencia, so me and a few other girls decided to hit up Janio an uber trendy restaurant that serves an amazing veggie burger. (Yes I know, so "Liz" to find a veggie burger in the meat capital of the world...but it is an amazing burger...) Anyways we enjoyed our meal, and around 1230 finished up at Janio to walk across the street to this Brazilian restaurant. We met up with some of the other guys on the program, and had very tasty passion fruit cocktails. (The name escapes me- not a very important detail so I will continue). Anyways the night found us at Azucar, a salsa club that we have heard a lot of buzz about. We show up and although the Salsa dancing was amazing, we weren´t really feeling it. We later found out that there is a third floor, and we were on the second floor where the professionals dance! Ha ha, no wonder it had been so difficult to follow-
Saturday I woke up early to catch a yoga class with a girl from the program at my new favorite yoga place- ValleTierra. We hit up Mark´s Cafe after, which is also now one of my favorite spots (maybe I will go there for lunch today...) Fast forward to the interesting part (surprise, surprise): the night. My new argentine "amigo" (-name will be revealed very soon, maybe in the blog title?), picked me, Morgan and our other girlfriend up for a ¨vino and queso¨party at his friend's apartment. It was basically a way to kill time before we went to dinner at 12. (Yes we ate dinner at midnight). The argentine apartment we went to was very fancy, located in Belgrano and littered with fancy art and travel photos. We ended up eating at a sushi restaurant, where I felt very safe eating the sushi (a very, very good thing!) The sushi place was in Palermo Hollywood, and our sushi came served on little bridges.
Anyways I feel like this whole entry is in anticipation of the title of the blog..."Boca, Boca, Boca!" So I will give the important details from the game. It was amazing! Even more energy/enthusiasm than I could have imagined (when I am back to my own computer I will post a photo from the game...so check back all you futbol fans!) Despite the pouring rain, our nosebleed seats and the fact that my lips turned blue, the futbol game was definitely one of my highlights thus far. The fans are actually FANATIC. One man was swinging from a pole, rallying the crowd another woman had stripped to her bra despite the FREEZING rain just to show she was loyal! It reminded me a lot of a Harry Potter Quidditch match (I am not embarrassed to make this reference, I am not embarrassed...) as Boca banners were hung from the stadium, as were the opposing team´s banners. THe fans were cheering almost the entire game, but they had so much more rhythm than fans in the states. Also you thought they were cheering their hardest until a goal was scored and than the stands would literally ERUPT. I can´t believe that was against a mediocre team, and in horrible weather. I can only imagine the fans when it is against River Plate (their biggest rival). I can easily see how things could get out of hand... The other team had to be escorted off under riot shields when they received a red card etc.
The great Sunday adventure made up for the fact that I spent all Monday morning in Migrations, trying to get my Visa (no fun) and than straight to class till 10 pm. I think I will save my exciting first art class for the next entry as I am thinking more and more about some lunch from Mark´s Cafe...
Boca! Boca! Boca!