Being the competitive spirit I am, I couldn’t go the entire semester without engaging in some kind of sport. Thus, every Monday night at 10 P.M. I played futbol . As one of the few girls to rock it out, I did my best to bring something to the table. Unfortunately the only real contribution was an excessive amount of tripping over my own feet and a substantial amount of comic relief. While every week we played pick up games against each other, the final game of our little season was quite the event.
Students again faculty went head to head. It was far and away the most intense of all the games played. There must be something in the water here because no matter how old, young, tall, short, strong, anything- Spaniards are just really good at soccer! Paco, one of the front desk receptionists was actually in the equivalent of the Spanish minor leagues! It was such a fun experience. I’d love to say that I improved over time but that would be a lie. I did get better at getting out of the way when I knew my teammates were trying to make a complex play. Naturally I was not involved but I always provided a high five after a GOOOOOOOL! (Not a type-o. They spell gol without the a here).
I would consider my futbol experience a success. I managed to hold my own, not break any bones and I may not have scored any goals but I didn’t accidentally knock the ball into the other team’s net either. Success!
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