After being awake for 24 hours, several cups of coffee and a buffalo chicken sandwich, I made it from my house in Breckenridge Colorado, to our hostel in Columbia. That night it seemed like sleep never felt that good. But we got up and running early, and a few friends and myself went out and made friends with some younger kids around the age of 7. We played a soccer match or two and I’m glad I took Spanish in school and have played around with a soccer ball before, because it was such a great way to connect with the local kids. Columbia is a place of invisible frontiers, walking contradictions, and bad father figures. I couldn’t help but feel the excitement of the little ones when a bunch of random older guys wanted to play soccer with them. Not only did it put a smile on their face, but it put one on ours as well, and really made me realize how such a small thing like soccer can bring people together in an intentional and not awkward way. The trip has barely started and God is already in the move.
