Our day began somewhat early. At 8, we had our first session of training. This was really intense. We would go from defensive skills stuff with mishi to ploy metrics with Joca. It was rally good and my body is really exhausted and ready for the weekend.
Our lunch soup was incredible. It was another fruit soup. This time with apples and peaches and pears and I think I found a plum. They really like their plums.
The waitress found someone who spoke dnish that could translate the menu for us. It worked a lot better. I just ordered the meal with the chicken. It was quite good. It wasn't breaded and I had to pick it off the bones which was kinda weird.
These are my two English speaking Serbian friends on the team. Lana on the left and Ivona in the middle. They are really cute girls and they are the only girls who like speaking English with me. The rest are afraid because they don't know it very well even though their ringtones, shirts, and tattoos all say something in English. It kinda blows my mind.
After lunch today we went to see al the shops on the Main Street. This picture with Ivona and Lana was taken at the square. It was a really beautiful day.
We stopped at the cosmetic store and I saw the toffifee candy as I was walking out. I think it was what we had for dessert on my last meal at home. Or maybe it was the week beogre. But it seemed funny that these foreign chocolates would remind me of home and how much I love my family.
At about 1 in the afternoon, you can walk through the streets and probably 3/4 of the people you will see will be eating ice cream. And I'm not joking when I say 1. I think it is happy hour or something.
Their sports store is loaded with absolutely nothing. It has quite a bit of soccer cleats and a couple pairs of soccer shoes and maybe some soccer bags. (I could have confused those with handball bags) not much more.
The Csaba center is their mall. As ádám told me, "it has everything!" It is pretty big, as you can see. It has four levels. I'm afraid that the European clothing style is not quite my taste, but maybe I will buy some clothes to add to my wardrobe of white v necks.
Ivona and Lana decided they wanted to sit for some coffee and I joined them with my lemonade. It took me about a half hour to find something that I could drink. I didn't feel woozy or sleepy or drunk afterwards so I don't think they put anything extra in my drink. I ordered a coconut flavored lemonade.
In the background, I caught Lana mid sentence. Pretty sure she was jabbering on in Serbian with Ivona. That's how it goes when I spend time with them. I just sit and listen to them going on and on and on. I was able to translat their whole menu by the time we left the cafe. I spent my time productively I would say.
I don't remember why I took this picture. Maybe it was that I really liked the building.
And here is this pretty little stream with the weeping willows. Once I get my bike, I want to ride the path down this stream.
I are this entire piece of watermelon today. It wasn't anything special, but just tasted so deliscious. After two bites of spitting out the seeds, I realized that it really wasn't worth it. I'm pretty sure I have two hundred baby watermelons growing in my stomach.
At practice today, I realized that everything I have been taught in the states is wrong.
When passing, instead of facing the ball and angling my arms to the target, I face the target and angle my body. At Uvu, I was told to only love my arms to keep it simple, but now, I must move my whole body to keep the ball in control.
Bellies not butts is all I could hear coach Sam telling me about diving back in Utah, meaning that when you dive, land on your stomach, not the side. The first time I dove on my belly today, I stuck to the floor. Really. Every single part of me skidded across the floor, sort of like a rock skipping across the lake. My shirt, my knee pads and then my thighs all latched into the gross wood floor. I think that belly diving is a technique that only works in the states because out here, there is no way you can get up after such a fall. Especially when you have created a puddle full of your own sweat that you will slip in over and over again.
Life is still great and at least I know I ave something to improve on.
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