Rugby

Liz here:

Yesterday was sunny, warm, and basically beautiful, so eight of us from the hostel trooped on over to the park, which consists mainly of a giant, luscious green field, to play some rugby. Now, I had never played a minute of rugby before in my life, but the two Scotsmen and an English guy taught the rest of us (Americans, Peruvians, and a German) what I assume were the correct rules. I mean, I am just trusting them here. It seemed right though, because there was a lot of smashing people into the grass. Also, Jamie was a professional rugby player in Scotland, so he should know what he's doing.

It turns out I love rugby. It's sort of like American football and soccer combined - lots of running around and not as much stupid stopping and waiting as there is in American football. It's also exhausting, but sometimes there is nothing better than running around in the hot sun wearing yourself out.

After we had all suitably worn ourselves out with the rugby, the guys decided that Jen and I needed to teach them all proper American football. For anyone who knows Jen and I at all, this should be hilarious. Jen and I are not exactly American football experts. BUT, turns out that we know a bit more about American football than Scots or English do. They were big fans. Dan, the English guy, was like, "This is awesome! You get to stop and do a little celebrating after every single play!"

Jen would like to thank Anna Maria, Jonathan, and the U of M football team for all of her football knowledge.

We're thinking about starting a backpackers league, with our very own combo sport - first half, rugby, second half, American football. It will be awesome.