Favorite moments include some impressive goals, one flip, and a cow getting in the way of the ball at one point. Apparently, though, cows, too, are scared of the ball.
We sang songs, danced, and in general, celebrated the day in a nice way. We got back to Xela around 4, and I immediately ran home to shower (ahh, so nice after being in the muggy heat of the low mountains), and then met up with my friend Sarah (from the US) for an hour before venturing out to have dinner with my friend Claudia's sister (Claudia being the friend/teacher who's now in SF). Unfortunately, Lorena was running about an hour late, so instead of going to the reading event I had hoped to catch by one of my favorite editorial cartoonists here, we were having dinner at that time. It was a nice dinner, but I was sorry to miss the event.
At dinner, I made one of my best Spanish oopses in a long time: To carry food away from a restaurant, you ask for it "para llevar". I asked for my food to go as "para llover", which is to say, "to rain". The waitress looked at me for a second and asked, "¿Para llevar?" and I nodded, not realizing what I'd said until she walked away. Very funny. Probably had to do with the fact that I had rain on my mind since it was pouring out, but, still.
Got home around 10 and went right to bed in preparation for Sunday.