Well, it looks like the easiest way for me to be able to travel with the b-ball team is to find some European heritage in my blood. Obviously, I´m not Native American, so it sghouldn´t be too hard. But, I don´t know what percentage I need to be.
Another good practice tonight. I didn´t have as much time to talk with the girls, but I got some names at the end of practice. You know how every school has that funny Asian exchange student who says a few english phrases now and then and it´s hilarious? Well, that´s me on this team. Every time I say something, they laugh. I´m laughing too of course. I wonder if I´m making sense at all? Maybe they´re laughing because they don´t understand...
Anywho, rewind... last night I got to go out with one of Alicia´s American friends Paul. He took me to a bar in Old Town around 9:30 and we had bread with anchovis (sp?) on it and a beer and a shot of something sweet. The shots over here are not very alcoholic, more like dessert drinks, and they are often sipped. This one was about an inch of cream on top and a gingery liquor beneath, yummy!
After the refreshments, we walked all over Old Town and Paul told me all the history. He´s Basque, which I think I´ve discussed before(?) so he has lots of opinions. The Old Town is amazing. Tiny cobblestone streets that turn into huge plazas with one right turn, or city walls to climb on. The night time tour was neat because I´ve only been there during the day.
I dropped Paul off at 12:30 and didn´t get home until about 2! I got lost. First, I went too far on teh freeway and almost went to France, then I over corrected, so I got off the freeway and drove around for a while and finally found my way home. I believe my words were, "thank you Jesus" when I stumbled upon a sign that said Tajonar. Pamplona is very small, so it´s hard to get too lost.
Today we had Alexis birthday party and all his friends came over and it was great. Afterwards, some of the parents came over for an appertief, lots of tiny snack foods to eat and champagne, but I had to go to practice. When I got home, they were all just leaving so there were plates and plates of food out for me to feast on. I hade 4 kinds of the best jamon, probably 5 different cheeses (roquefort is my new fave), and lots of tiny desserts with mouse in them or cream filling. And of course a tall glass of champagne filled to the brim. I can´t say that I´ve ever had such a welcome home from practice. A girl could get used to this.
I best be hittin´the hay now, as I have spanish class tomorrow morning and must be able to understand my professor, or else he´ll continue to say, "Entiendes Darby?" which means, "do you understand Darby?", because of the look on my face. As you all know, my face is always expressing what I´m feeling. So, really, I better go work on a stern class face of interest and understanding before bed. Good night!
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