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... it the added routine of practices and games (and the GPS calculations to find the gymnasiums). It's pretty great to stand along the sidelines of a Saturday morning game, with families really *just like us* and teams of kids that have been incredibly welcoming to Sam. A superb chance to practice our Spanish, and hopefully a longer-term way to connect with some really nice people. There are certainly Spanish quirks to the basketball ...
September 4, 2014
All of you will probably have a beard by the time you finish reading this blog, because man was
it exciting! So my adventure started out by getting our uniforms. It was a shock to find out that we would be looking like all the schoolgirl and schoolboy stereotypes. Turns out those books and images were not actually stereotypes, and I did look a lot like a little German schoolgirl. So as I walked away from my parents into the auditorium on ...
... little lanes and before you know it I was sort of lost.
Not really though because, regardless of the noises around you, overlaying them all was a really loud cacophony of bells ringing out like part of a Pink Floyd concert with the volume turned up to the max. My ears helped me find my way back into the Plaza, which was by now pretty crowded.
Now I don't normally choose to visit McDonalds if there are local places to eat, but in this case I did because ...
... Portuguese and Spanish red wines and other beverages, I will make these observations:
1. There is only so much a fella can do or feels like doing.
2. The inextricable formula: immoderate consumption of red wine = snoring
Context one. A double bed in another country.
Context two. Acknowledging that my loving partner needs sleep for her well being.
Context three. It's our adventure, teamwork is essential for harmony.
3. That said, there are ...
... 8217;t given up on my initial dream. After the excesses of the first part of the trip and then the rebounding self-denial of 7 of the last 10 days, I wanted a happy medium. After putting out the SOS to some people who knew both me and Europe well enough to offer up some recommendations I decided I was going to take a flyer and, despite the fact that it seemed contrary to everything I thought I knew about the place, in less than 12 hours I was going to be landing in ...