Location: La Carpio and Piedades
On the field, the La Carpio futbol team might have lost 0-2 but in the stands, screaming, Lifeworkers faced an equally grueling task cheering even more loudly than the opposing teams soccer dads. Our advantage lay in the shrill screams of budding high school girls while a devotion to soccer essentially non-existent in the states aiding the challenging fathers. They may have walked away victorious in the end but we put forth our all. Later we would be assaulted by smiling and laughing little children of La Carpio. It turns out that word was released that we were having an art festival and very quickly they came and laughed with us. We painted with water colors, painted faces, made bracelets, performed card tricks, and had an area devoted to play. The events later that day, however, put devotion talent and everything I have ever seen into perspective, it is called the Carrera de Cintas. Roughly translated as the race of the belts, but this name does not even begin to capture what this sport truly entails. Men armed with cigarette butts, beer bellies, and the courage that is only present after a late morning can of imperial present in the manliness and insanity that can only be found on a Sunday afternoon in Piedades. What exactly happened at the Carerra de Cintas? Everyone there might tell you a completely different story, although most of us are probably still struggling to figure it out. But what I can tell you is that the Carrera de Cintas might finally be the sport for everyone. Its meager following and utter lack of publicity around the globe is both a miracle and a tragedy that Lifeworks will never forget.