Sunday, June 15, I was sitting in a bar restaurant in Buenos Aires, Argentina, watching the world cup. Argentina was playing Bosnia and Herzegovina. Okay, really, I was watching the people there watch the world cup. I had to keep reminding myself that it was Sunday because I am used to sitting still in church on Sundays, not sitting anxiously waiting for my country to score a point.

As you can see in the picture, it was packed in there and the streets were quite too. Everyone was inside somewhere, watching the game.  Every time Argentina scored a point, everyone started to shout and holler. I just set and smiled. Only Jesus gets that type of reaction from me.

Notice the walls, how every where there is a picture of some sort.