The Pajama Party

The other night the girls in my class and I got together for a pajama party. I came prepared with pajamas and my cozy fuzzy green socks only to find out nobody else wore their pajamas. We made pasta I offered to make garlic bread. The whole time the girls made jokes about the bread. That they wouldn't be able to kiss their boyfriends for weeks, that garlic was retched and so on. In conclusion the bread was devoured before the pasta was served. During the night we watched movies and made popcorn (sweet and salty :) ) I can´t remember the last time I have had a good old sleepover like this. The ten of us slept two to each bed, three in the parents bed (who were out of town), and one on the couch. After a well rested 4 hours sleep we woke to watch Argentina play in the World Cup against South Korea. I was recruited to make a North American breakfast. The girls had done the grocery shopping the other day and had called every five minutes. “Brooke, how much butter do we need? Green or red bell peppers? You put cheese in the eggs!? “ We all piled up on the floor in front of the TV and cheered each time Argentina scored. Another successful game ending in 4 to 1. I forgot to mention the funniest part of this whole situation. The reason we were having a sleepover is because school didn't start till one the next day due to the soccer game. Can you believe it?! Only in Argentina do classes get cut for the World Cup events. Breakfast was an adventure from the moment it started and resulted in a lot of explaining. “Brooke this sauce is horrible on top of bacon.”...”thats maple syrup it goes on top of your pancakes dear.” We ate hash browns,pancakes,omelets,french toast, bacon, and a ton of fruit. The amazing part I managed to make everything with only one frying pan. The french toast was placed in the oven and omelets were made at the bottom of a large pot. Good food, good friends, good night.

Let the games begin!

The World Cup in South Africa has officially started. Weeks of preparation here in Argentina, street venders with flags, horns, hats, all decorated with patriotic colors of white and baby blue. Argentina was to play Nigeria at 11 this Saturday. I left walking to the gym at 10:30 everyone was rushing to get to a place where they could sit down and watch the game. As the entered the gym it was apparent there would be no waiting to use stationary bikes or weights today; it was empty. With first goal came cheering from other room where the owner of the gym sat watching soon followed by the honking of horns outside. As I left the gym the streets where empty, except for the group of guys watching the game from the kiosk across the street. Traffic had mingled down to nothing more than a little boy pedaling on a red bike carrying a flag larger than him. Store fronts closed. As I past the gas station all the workers were gathered around the television. The police had stopped in to get a glimpse of the game as well. Never had I seen such national spirit for a sport. Let the games begin!

Laughs

Yesterday a classmate wanted to call me sweetie pie, result muffin sweet :)

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