It was Saturday, nothing out of the ordinary to report. We had had a fun night partying at the hostel the night before and decided today that we would go for a stroll. We first ventured down the main shopping street where Jack dragged me into everyone sports shop we came across looking for a Boca football shirt. He had bought a ticket to see them play on Sunday and got it into his head that he needed to wear the football shirt to the match. Unfortunately for Jack the shirt was selling for around 80 quid so his dream was soon in tatters.
We walked to one of the main squares to see the pink house (below) which is the presidential house and the one where Evita (and Madonna) stood out on the balcony (it is also lit up in pink at night).
There was also this cathedral nearby...... and this is where I saw Jackie´s face light up.....there was some dodgy argentinian selling football shirts off the rug he had laid on the pavement. After close inspection Jack decided that they looked like pretty decent ´real´ shirts but he wasn´t sure of which name/number to purchase, for the knock down price of 14 quid. Jack felt further research was needed so back to the hostel it was to check the internet for Boca football players and to get some cash.........
Jack literally skipped the 10 min journey back to the hostel, looking the happiest I´d ever seen him (except for the day he met me of course*). He was picturing himself at the stadium in his Boca shirt looking like a local. But we had to hurry just in case the little street man wasnt there when we got back. After Jack had decided to get number 10 (Roman) and I had a quick pit stop to the loo we were back on our way out, we had probably been a max of 25 min. As we approached the catherdral Jacks worst fear was realised - the little man was all packed up and crossing the road with his trolly. We stalked the little man across the square and for another street or so but we felt the time had passed to tap him on the shoulder and instead we just looked like wierd tourists following a man with some boxes.
*Jack had no part in writing this
This was when Jackie´s strop kicked in. I have actually never seen Jack in such a mood and nothing I could do or say was helping - I don´t think mentioning it was only a football shirt went down too well.
To try cheer him up we went on a stroll by the river (you can tell by the photo that this tactic really worked)
Even some weird guys getting filmed for a music video, which Jack would normally find hilarious, didnt raise a smile.
We then stumbled across a boat which was a museum which was pretty cool although we couldnt read anything as it was all in Spanish
Was that a smile I could see on Jack´s face.........no
But I was having fun.....
Finally I thought Jack was starting to cheer up - this big bit of rope had seemed to do the trick!
(It was in fact actually Sunday by the time Jack got over his strop.....maybe it was just that time of the month)
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