Volleyball.
Usually they go after church, but due to the world cup, they played on Monday. Only Lauryn and I went, but we still had a lot of fun. When I was younger I remember taking a volleyball workshop for one day.
I totally forgot everything, but fortunately Lauryn gave me a few pointers. The most important being: “Don’t interlock your fingers otherwise you’ll break them when you hit the ball”.
July 11
They’ve split our group into a few teams where we visit local churches. My group would have to leave early to not miss the World Cup, so I decided to join the group that goes to Benidorm.
What a wise decision.
A german lady translated the sermon for us, so I actually got something out of it.
Afterwards a group of the youth there invited us to watch the world cup in a nearby park.
We took a trip to the mall, Centro Commercial- but it was siesta time so everything was closed. We stopped at a brand new store called Iceland where everything is imported from the UK, usually frozen (thus the name).
Spain was in the world cup. I was in Spain. WAY awesome! There was this giant screen in this park, and there were THOUSANDS of people there. Too bad I didn’t know that we were going to stay there for the World Cup because I wasn’t prepared at all. While everyone had a red shirt on I was wearing my green striped shirt.. I was like a backwards Where’s Waldo.
Afterwards there was some confusion on how to get home. No one spoke English except Elí (who spoke a little) but we were able to get a ride from George.
I sat in the front on the way home. George didn’t speak any english, but I didn’t want it to be one of those silent rides so I tried talking to him. It worked for the most part, but then we’d get into these areas where I didn’t know the words, so I’d have to steer the conversation elsewhere.
Good times though. = )
I didn’t take any pictures on the 7th, so I can only say that I had Spanish class that day.
On the 8th I made a Spanish omelette, one made with potatoes which is called a Spanish Tortilla.
Then that night was ‘tapas night’ so Nick and I skipped that idea and went to the circus.
Amazing times.
Market.
The week before I tried and failed to bargain buy a beach blanket. This time, however, I found the most magnificent terribly drawn Batman blanket. Batman doesn’t have any ears on his head and his bat symbol is all askew. This one was 5 euros. Of course I tried unsuccessfully to lower the price again, so I paid the asking price.
At noon we had conversations.
I forgot about my spanish class this day. I don’t know how, but it totally slipped my mind. Whoops!
Then we had our conversations at noon. Followed by the guy’s meal.. and we had pizza and beer. Very classic ‘guy’.
Jordan wanted to go to the other geocache a few miles away, so I went back to the guy’s house to charge my phone and then we set off.
Little did I know of the troubles that were about to begin. The first thing was that by the time we stopped back at La Tereza to get the bikes, everyone had left. We then set off on foot.. Thus began the ill fated trip. We walked along the freeway for a few miles before we came to the church.
The inside looked like this:
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We arrived around 6:30 and then proceeded to look for about 45 minutes. We found the spot where the cache was supposed to be, but we thought someone must have taken it. We left empty handed. On our walk back we picked up and ate an entire box of Horchata flavored popsicles. Yum!
Then break out at 9. This is where we talk about what we’ve all been up to.