The votes are in and it looks like I am going to South America! It was a really close competition between Asia and South America, but in the end South America won by one vote. I would have been happy to go to either continent (I’m just glad North America didn’t win because I had some friends wanting to send me to Orem, Utah!). Thanks to everyone who voted.
Now it is time to vote which country in South America you want me to visit. In your vote you can include cities you want me to visit, activities I should do, things I need to eat, or sites you want me to see. Get creative because I will select a few ideas and do them. When I do them I will include it in my blog and give you credit for the idea. Yes, you could actually be mentioned in my amazing blog. Imagine the fame and glory!
To vote for which country I should visit in South America leave a comment below. Voting starts today and ends at midnight on August 2nd. Get voting and spread the word! Send me anywhere in the world.
I arrived in Polokwane on June 22, 2010 to watch Argentina play Greece. Even though Argentina was going to destroy Greece, I was excited to watch Lionel Messi play. I love Messi to the point that I have been accused of having a man crush on him. Unfortunately for me, I can’t say much in my defense.
All the hotels were booked in Polokwane, but at the tourist information building I was able to rent a home with five Argentinians. Once we got settled in, we went close to the stadium and ate boerewors (South African version of bratwurst). After two hours of eating and talking with other World Cup goers, we headed for the stadium.
In the stadium I met Higuain’s brother, probably the closest I’ll get to touching, I mean to meeting Messi. I sat next to my new friends and spent the game jumping up and down singing different Argentine songs. As predicted Argentina destroyed Greece. At the end of the game, a mob of Argentinians gathered into a big circle around three drums and began singing and jumping up and down. It was crazy. They were celebrating like Argentina had just won the World Cup. I was in the middle of the crowd being pushed back and forth. It was as if I were in a mosh-pit at a rock concert. Besides being white with blond hair and blue eyes and not knowing all of the words to the songs, I think I blended in well with all of the other fans.
After an hour of singing, police came out and started to push us out of the stadium. For a moment I thought a riot was going to break out as fans started to push back on the police shields. However, the police slowly continued to push us out of the stadium as everyone continued singing and dancing. Oh Argentina! Es un sentimiento que no se puede olvidar! Oh le, oh le, oh le, oh la! Oh le, oh le, oh le, oh la!