Friday was when I found out there was a futbol game this weekend. Apparently it's not just any game, it's the second of the 2 game final Bogota (Equidad) against Medellin (Atletico Nacional), & it's here in Medellin. Plus, I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but South Americans take their futbol very seriously.
I made plans to meet up with my friends to watch the game, but there are televisions everywhere. It's impossible to miss. When Medellin scored, everyone jumped & rallied. Electric pulse. Everytime they entered the zone & missed, it was as if the fans were being whipped. Overtime - shootout. When they made that winning save...
I was almost hit by at least 2 fireworks. Lucky enough not to see anyone fall off a streetlight. Cars were stopped, showered with flags, flour, confetti & people. The last train was filled with off-duty police officers heading home, just when the party was heating up. Saw a canvas backed truck filled with police back away from the chaos. Learned some new songs: the Atletico Nacional anthem, & 'Somos campeones otra vez!' Made friends & enemies. Got in a flour war, & lost handily. Walking down the street people would doubletake & say "What happened to you?!" It was like someone held me down & pasted me like a geisha.
Sunday was slow & lazy. Even though I didn't meet up with my friends, we were all cursing the abundance of Aguardiente.