June 7, 2011
This weekend was supposed to be a long weekend because Monday was a holiday, but we had to come in on Saturday because we were a behind on the distributions. We came in on Saturday and there were a ton of people there – 85 families, which included over 50 children whose height and weight we had to take. We should have been finished around noon, but there were problems with the internet (all the surveys and nutritional surveys are done online) and we ended up staying until after 2. I hurried to get lunch, worried that I was going to get there and there would be no food. The women at my restaurant know I come every day so they had saved me food and I went home happy.
During the week Richard had organized a soccer game between the guys at IRD and a bank for Saturday night. I got a ride and we went to a “synthetic” field, the size of a basketball court with netting all around. The game was an hour long and it was back and forth, but we finally won 11-10 with Richard scoring the winning goal with less than a minute to go. It was early evening and it was hot and it felt like the heat and humidity had grabbed and squeezed all t the juices out of me. It’s been a long time since I sweat that much. I scored 4 goals and afterwards one of the guys told me that he could tell I was Argentine. I’m not sure what that meant, either that I was too offensive minded and played no defense or that I was scrappy, which is to make up for a lack of skill – either way I took it as a compliment. We stayed afterwards and had a few beers, which was a little awkward for me because I was soaked in sweat. It was nice though and on the way home I sat in the bed of the truck and saw what Tumaco is like at night as the wind cooled me off. Halfway home, as an homage to Rick and Peace Corps, I stood up in the bed and road standing up the rest of the way – absolutely the best way to ride in the back of a truck. After we got home from the game, my neighbor, who works for IRD, his girlfriend and another IRD guy and his girlfriend sat around the pool at my place drinking whiskey and not really talking. READ MORE