Las Aguilas

I was somewhat surprised to see a man wearing an Eagles hat in our hotel hallway. We had just gotten back from a weekend in Cochabamba and I was en route to our room to dump my bags and bolt out to a nearby bar that was showing the game. Turns out the guy is Cliff, a computer technician from Philly, who is dating a Bolivian woman and is in town to meet her folks. He was frantically trying to pick up the x's and o's of the game on his laptop when I bolted by. We quickly introduced one another only to bolt off to our respective rooms after we realized that ESPN had acquired Monday Night Football and that the rooms have ESPN en espanol. So here I am right now, in Bolivia, watching the Eagles get batted around by the Falcons. Sure, Huari isn't Yuengling. Sure, lomo de cerdo isn't a cheesesteak. Sure, Sonya isn't quite as animated as Gumby. Sure, the Spanish-speaking announcers keep calling Brian Westbrook "Michael." It's still good to see Las Aguilas on the cancha otra vez.