WATCHING THE GAME

We had asked a guide where we should watch the games and were told to find a pizzeria between the Plaza de Mayo and the Obelisco. One is the place for negative/revolution/discontent and the other of independence/joy/success. The theory was either way, the crowd would move toward the proper direction. In both instances, we ended up joining the crowds in success.

Both games were seen in small restaurants where the cooks and staff quit working before halftime to come out and be a part of the excitement.

Excellent pizza and local beers were sufficient refreshments. We appeared to be the only non-locals in both cafes and were welcomed to join in.

It was all emotion – from seven to seventy, from men to women, rich or poor, the entire place soaked up every nuance with tears, frustration, panic, prayers, and exuberance for two hours.

It was wonderful.