Summer is officially here
Oh, how
warm it is. It was 30 degrees on Friday, but it felt like 40. We spent most of
the day under the sun, while watching tennis players reach their goals of
playing in the Roland Garros, French Open. It was the last day of the
qualifications for the tournament. As two students, we cant always do
everything we want to do, but we find ways to make it anyways. All you have to
do is make some modifications. We really wanted to watch some games in the French
Open but the prices are above what we are willing to pay for it at the moment.
That is why watching the qualification is a perfect alternative. We get to
experience the atmosphere, see great tennis being played, and see the venues. Also,
a lot of the stars have higher goals than moving past the first round of the
tournament, in other words: the games we could afford would not have been as
important to them as the qualifications are for the players in the
qualifications. Some of these players dream of just having the opportunity to
prove themselves with the big boys and girls.
It was an amazing day, where we both lost an unknown amount of water throughout the day. Every time you moved a little in the seat you could feel how the shirt would stick to your body.
It was an amazing day, where we both lost an unknown amount of water throughout the day. Every time you moved a little in the seat you could feel how the shirt would stick to your body.
Today I
spent most of the day relaxing, and simply surviving in the heat. When Simay
returned from her flee market shopping she told me that I have 20 minutes to
get ready, because we were going to our first dance class together. On tonight’s
menu was Blues Dance. We went to a workshop at Nation. It was a fun experience;
it was my first couple dance lesson since I had it in middle school (If I
remember correctly). The instructors were great, and guess what! We managed to
understand most of what they were saying, even if they were speaking mostly
French. We are looking forward to more workshops in the future, and who knows
when I will be courageous enough to step into Simay’s domain; Tango.
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