Xela
We arrived in Xela Saturday
afternoon, which maybe wasn't the best time. School didn't start until Monday
morning which meant we were on our own for the first couple days. Navigating
new cities is part of the fun of traveling and, after receiving assurances
that the local footie match would neither be violent or dangerous* for an
extrañero (foreigner), we bought a couple tickets for about
$8 US each. Of course, I also picked up a replica jersey. You can just about
make out the stadium and vendor stalls across the street behind me.
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Normally, I would say that a typical footie match is no more dangerous than
a typical American football match, however, I did have a worst-case
scenario at a footie match in Brazil between Internacional and Gremio, cross-town
rivals. They hate each other with a passion and share a common dislike for all
things American--including Americans. It's a long story, but one that ends with
riot police swinging truncheons and a few moments of blind panic. Let's just
say I wasn't eager to repeat the experience, especially with Amy along.
