RED. All I see is RED. The color that has taken over Mendoza. The color RED for CHILE. Chileans. Everywhere. With their accents, which I do not understand a thing of, (even though they are, apparently, speaking the same language as I do), their flags, their Americanized fashion, and their passion for their futbol team.
It’s great. I love fans. But not when they disrupt my siesta-time or my mediatarde. Not when they consume everything that is the city I live in. Not when they begin to throw rocks at our school children. Not when the guys fight over our Argentinean guys over who has the better-looking women. I mean, seriously? I was told that futbol can take the worst out of some people, but I never believed it would be this bad. RED. Ugh.
K bye.
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