Volley

Today between lunch and supper, I sat in my room as is my M. O. these days... but at supper a spanish girl (FROM SPAIN) named Barbara (it's fun to say, like barruh barruh uh), who goes by Bibi, asked if I was going to play volleyball. I was a little hesitant, because I'm not very good at sports, normally, but I said yes. It's better for me than sitting in my room ALL day.

So I played, I made a lot of mistakes, but I TRIED... and that's why I'm HERE! When I did good, they cheered for me. When I did bad, it was not the end of the world. I did pretty good, especially once I got into the groove. They play volleyball every thursday, so I'll probably make a habit of it.

I finished my fourth story post, which will probably conclude my first CHAPTER... hopefully you'll give it a good read. It may not be your cup of tea, but it's my thing, like it or don't.

I'm going to go take a shower, which can I tell you that after being here for almost two weeks now it still tickles my funny bone that the showers here are called douches. It's bad, but it's just amusing.

Hoping you're well.