El Círculo de Policía....
literal translation: "itty bitty living space".
(...said in my best possible Robin Williams voice.)
When my team walked in the door and looked up at the 40ft ceiling (we're accustomed to 55ft+) there was a collective groan of exasperation... after all, even though we're not guys, some of the girls on my team can absolutely smash the ball! And with force and increased velocity, inevitably the trajectory of the ball upon impact is less controllable. o joy and utter happiness.
But for those who I haven't been in contact with recently; a few weeks ago I joined/was invited/showed up to UNCuyo's select women's volleyball team practice. The circumstances were a bit circumspect I'll admit, but the gist of the matter is that I've been playing volleyball 3-4 times a week training for the inter-university tournament final this past weekend. (**special note to all those who know me well.... you know I'm only there to make friends right?? I'm not in the slightest bit competitive.**)
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| Waving to Pablo (the friend with the camera). That's my girls... always in favor of a foto opp. |
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| Set to receive serve or "el saque". |
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| Coach Manolo does his thing - picking apart the competition, MASA's weak points and encouraging us to shape up our game. No unforced errors! All serves in bounds! ha ha, like I haven't heard that a thousand and twelve times before from Coach Brock while playing for GPS way back when. |
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| Keeping up the momentum... together for a cheer after a point scored. |
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| Agu, Roxy and Mari ecstatic to playing the third set (with two sets already in our favor!) |
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| post-victory giddyness... sorry people, there was a 3 min interval of us jumping up and down in circles in true Argentine celebratory style, but when given the option of joining in or hanging back to film... ahem. Yeah, pictures kinda fell by the wayside. |
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| ps: some things, I still don't understand.... I mean look at my face. Do I have any clue what's going on here? Nope. |
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