16- Soccer=Fun?

After church yesterday (Sunday the 30th), we went to a restaurant where Mike and I got to eat a cow tongue. It was actually quite tasty! I was amused by the irony in the fact that the tongue wasn't full of taste. It was good though... strangely better than the potatoes next to the tongue on my plate. Apparently to prepare this kind of potato, they grow them in the mountains, and store them for a couple days... or weeks, not sure. And they freeze at night, and dry and thaw during the day. Over and over. Not too tasty.

So after sitting at a table of 15, most of us went to a beach to play soccer and play in the water. For those of you who know me well, you probably know that sports are not quite my thing. I usually end up passing the ball to the other team... almost every time I get the ball. That is if I can manage to get the ball. Regarding scoring, the net better be empty, and there better be nobody around me for at least... 4 meters. But anyways, We played yesterday, and I truly enjoyed it! We played for probably 2 and a half hours, and it was so fun! I don't have anything to affect my pride in an ungodly way, as the most I did was an assist, if that's what it's called. I was glad to enjoy a sport.

I don't know what it is about sports that normally make me want to go... listen to music or something. I think it's a toss-up between pain, rude words resulting from competitive nature, and people trying to tell me how to do it. I know how to do it... well kinda... I just can't do it!