A whippet daemon, I ask you? I just tried out the new website for the Phillip Pulman film and you answer several questions to determine what kind of animal your daemon is. Now I’m not saying I was holding out for an eagle, lion or anything massively impressive, but a whippet! I don’t really care that it means I’m modest, outgoing, inquisitive and sociable, it’s a bloody whippet!
Anyway, enough of Daemons. Back to reality. The football on Sunday was brilliant. It wasn’t the greatest display of footballing skills I’ve ever seen, but for the atmosphere, the Boca stadium, La Bombanero, is fantastic. The stalls are ridiculously steep. This is certainly not the place for football fans suffering from vertigo. Although it does mean that you feel like you’re right on top of the pitch. Diego Maradonna’s official look-a-like came out for a tour of the pitch to much applause and chanting (the real one is in hospital again!) When the Boca team came out we were handed handfuls of cut up newspaper which everyone threw into the stadium and for a few seconds the air was full of fluttering paper like confetti. From the stands they threw white streamers onto the pitch and the air was full of cheering and whistling. Once play started I don’t think the singing stopped at any point during the match. And everytime Boca made an attack on the goal everyone would jump up and you could feel the stadium shaking under your feet. At half time Racing were 1-0 up and things were not looking too good. But after the break Boca came out guns-a-blazing and had soon equalised and then a penalty took them 2-1 into the lead. After which they sat back a little enjoying the goaly’s time wasting and seemed content with a victory. Sadly Racing had other ideas, and a late push forced a bad tackle from a defender in the box and they were awarded a penalty in the 85th minute. They scored. The Racing stand at the far end went completely mental and for once the Boca drums were ominously silent. So it was 2-2 in the end but still a really good experience. I can see why they don’t allow alcohol in the stadium, the fans are pretty full on with just the coffee and cola. Whenever the referee made any decision against Boca everyone around us would leap to their feet yelling “puto, puto” down at the pitch and from what I gather, we were in the posh seats!
This is my final week at school and Craig and I have a lovely teacher called Florencia. We are now having to learn the subjuntivo, es necesario que coma mucho helado en Buenos Aries! Craig has somehow convinced me that taking a 20 hour bus ride with him to Bariloche on Saturday will be more fun that flying down there on Sunday. Well the seats do recline to 165 degrees and look pretty cushy, so we’ll see. The fact that this means he has to spend 20 hours on a bus next to me doesn’t appear to have sunk in yet!
This afternoon, after conversation class, in which I had the role of a 50 year old woman whose husband of twenty six years had just left me and my sons for a another man, I caught a bus down to La Boca. La Boca is a slightly poorer, moderately dodgy barrio that has a very touristy but pretty area of streets around Caminito. It’s where many of the European immigrants to the city painted their houses bright colours and the original street and surrounding ones have now become somewhat of an open air museum in Buenos Aires. I walked around, took loads of photos and then went to visit the nearby museum of a famous Argentian artist who lived in La Boca, called Benito Quinquela whose paintings and sketches strove to capture the everyday life and toils of the barrio in the first half of the twentieth century. And I’m now running late to go meat friends for a Milonga show in Barrio Norte, mierda!