Here are picture from our Argentinian Super Bowl party! Clydesdale horses aren't colts anyways, so who needs Budweiser, right? Yeah, that's what I thought. Quilmes and crappy wine endorsed by
Diego Maradona will do just fine.
This is our Superbowl crew minus English Adam (who actually knew the rules of of American Football!). From left to right: Sus (the psychiatrist who just arrived from Mardid), Guillaume (He's form France and is sadly leaving tomorrow, despite his awesomeness), Antonia, Jean (another French guy who speaks English so well I thought he was a native), and Gillom's argentinian girlfriend whose name I still don't know but everyone calls her La Chica Mas Linda en El Mundo even though they've met Antonia so I'm completely confused.

Me and Antonia. I think I'm looking especially Argentinian and Antonia is looking very much like a Roman statue in this picture.

I've wanted to try this wine since the first week we were here and I saw it in the grocery store. Come on, it's a 12 peso limited-edition (we have bottle 22,000 something out of 33,000) bottle of Maradona wine! Unfortunately it didn't live up to the price or the endorsement and was the first absolutely terrible wine I've had here. I mean, here 12 pesos for wine is a lot. In US dollars it's about $4, and tasted worse than a u$s4 of wine in the States. But whatever, it added a nice Argentinian touch to our little Super Bowl party.

I think it's worth pointing out that the coverage we saw was totally geared towards Mexico, not Argentina and also, we found out that there was a bar downtown showing the Superbowl that had a bunch of NFL players and all you can eat pizza and drinks for only 35 pesos, but that was right before the game started so we couldn't go. Que lastima, ¿no? But whatever, we still had an awesome time.