Concrete Futbol

            It’s amazing how much one can understand of another language without actually knowing that language.  By solely reading verbal cues, hand motions, and grasping the context of the conversation, one can basically understand anything in another language, more or less.  I’m surprised that I’ve been able to live and communicate with a family that knows very little to no English at all.  We joke together, we laugh together, we eat dinner together and talk about our day; it’s amazing how people can get along in the world when their differences are so large.  I guess it shows that people are all the same really at the core, just separated by certain barriers like language and geographical location.  This is me trying to be philosophical by the way.  It’s too early in the morning for me to be trying this….

            I played soccer yesterday for a few hours with some ticos and students.  It gets rough but I really enjoy some “real” futbol.  I have some cuts, scraps, and bruises since we play on concrete but they’re more like trophies than injuries. 

I felt like this picture of a rooster basically beating the crap out of a fat hen summed up how rough soccer can get sometimes.