Last night I dusted off my shin guards and played soccer, or as the locals called it, futebol, last night with the other interns and people from Deloitte.
Laura’s buddy decided that we had to live like Brazilians and organized a game of soccer last night from 10:30-11:30 pm at a local sports center. We had to pay to rent out the field for an hour but I think the R$25 I paid was worth it if only to tell my children that I once played futebol in Sao Paulo with Brazilian colleagues.
The teams were people wearing colored clothing vs people wearing either yellow (color of the Brazil jersey which is common apparel for a friendly game) or white. Johanna and I played defense (complete with sacrifice of body parts in order to protect the goal) the whole time on a team with Erik, while Frankie, Miguel, and Chema were on the other team. There were some funny things about playing with the Brazilians, the primary one being that they would often yell things and we had no idea what they were saying because it was in Portuguese. Obvious displays of the language problem came when balls were passed to unsuspecting people because they didn’t understand what was called. The Brazilians were also so nice when they played with us, often saying “sorry” when they were in our way, although it was pretty obvious that I was the one that was lost, not them (although my defensive strategy included just getting in the other team’s way; it worked fairly well). I swear, the way some of them played soccer you would suspect they came out of the womb with cleats on. Seriously, they played beautifully.
After the hour game ended in a tie, we headed back to the hotel to clean up before going out with Jessica’s buddy Bruno. Bruno got us on the list for the best techno club in Sao Paulo, and I had a pretty big smile on my face when the bouncer handed me a VIP card on the way in. We danced for a while but then headed home around 3 (which is very early here) because we have more festivities planned for tonight and tomorrow.
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