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Superbowl at Greg's

On Sunday morning we decided to go to "Peter Pan", a mini golf field, in our continuous search of american culture. I can say it was quite easy considering it was our first time playing. We spent a good afternoon with the group sharing this new sport we learned.

The Superbowl seems to be an icon in United States society, not only for football players or fans, but also for musicians and celebrities: every one want to be part of this event or watch it. In this case, California (Panthers) and Denver (Broncos) fought for the cup, and Denver won 24 to 10.

The most important fact of the day was our meeting in Gregory's house. We knew this man two weeks ago in the "Broken Spoke" bar (Lamar Boulevard) and he was so kind and friendly that invited us to watch the Superbowl final at his house.
After winning my second place in the mini golf, we took bus 3 to his house. That's how 7 Argentine guys finished in Greg's house watching the Superbowl and sharing with his family this annual event.

As soon as we arrived, Greg and his friend Justin taught us professional techniques to throw the ball in his backyard. We saw the game, drank some beers, ate snacks and talked to his daughter Johanna (who visited Argentina several times) and his son Jason.
Greg deserves a post in this blog because he changed my life during my stay in Austin. Imagine how amazing is knowing a man in a bar, talk to him and became friends immediately. Go to his house, share with him and learn about American football just based on trust. He trusted us without knowing us, and did not make prejudgments about us.


Most people is used to prejudge and stay in their comfort area, surrounded by those who know. Greg is an example of bravery due to hos ability to make friends and meeting new people. I only though that young hippies are used to this experiences, but I was wrong. My "single story" does no longer exist, now  I know that anyone could be ready to change a life, just with trust and a bit interest in others. We should learn about those who are different because it are the experiences that make us who we are.

This story does not have a happy ending, because it was Sunday and there were no buses after 10:30 p.m. so we had to run more than 1 mile and take a Uber back to the University Towers.


IN THIS POST I LEARNED: TRADITIONS , AMERICAN FOOTBALL, TRUST.